we're always running scared but holding knives
"It's okay," Isla assures him, her voice slightly muffled against the crook of his neck, her arms remaining securely around him. "I don't blame you for that. Even feeling sad is better than feeling nothing. Feel however you want - I'll be right here." And just like that, even having stepped back into her professional corner not five minutes before, here's Isla blurring the lines all over again.
"You are not more palatable as a man, by the way," she adds, smoothing gentle hands down the length of his back. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. And if you ever need to hug it out as a wendigo, just let me know." For now, though, he is a man, and so Isla can't put her money where her mouth is just yet.
"You are not more palatable as a man, by the way," she adds, smoothing gentle hands down the length of his back. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. And if you ever need to hug it out as a wendigo, just let me know." For now, though, he is a man, and so Isla can't put her money where her mouth is just yet.
Isla
