[ see, that's what she likes about him. i mean - sure, they did some boozed up shit they're both-- let's be real here, pretty proud of tbh, but then most of the time they can just... y'know, do shit like this. like friends who don't have to worry about calling NO HOMO everytime they need to just curl up with someone warm.
so she scoots in a little, meeting him halfway. since he's positioned a bit farther down than she is, sally slides her own arm up through the crook of his shoulder and neck, so she can wrap it loosely down around his back and he can use the front of her own shoulder as somewhere semi-comfy to set his head.
it's all in silence (save for their mutual breathing) for a good minute or so, before she finally speaks again. ]
Do you think we're allowed to be happy here? [ it's so out of the blue, and though she keeps going after a pause, it doesn't much help with context. ] Or do they see that and they're like.... y'know, 'oh shit, they're not suffering, somebody fix that'.
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so she scoots in a little, meeting him halfway. since he's positioned a bit farther down than she is, sally slides her own arm up through the crook of his shoulder and neck, so she can wrap it loosely down around his back and he can use the front of her own shoulder as somewhere semi-comfy to set his head.
it's all in silence (save for their mutual breathing) for a good minute or so, before she finally speaks again. ]
Do you think we're allowed to be happy here? [ it's so out of the blue, and though she keeps going after a pause, it doesn't much help with context. ] Or do they see that and they're like.... y'know, 'oh shit, they're not suffering, somebody fix that'.