{se} feels like I'm sleepwalking when you're gone

SUNJATA

at another place in time, you were infinitely mine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine

Her shoulder knocks into his and Sunjata snorts a soft laugh before he takes another bite – certainly chewing it longer for the dramatic effect of trying to mull over her comment. Of course, before it’s been too long, he gives in – leaning a bit closer in her space to offer a quiet little “Well, the only other person that knows would be Isla and she hasn’t been here in weeks.” Despite having made the same threat once or twice – though he’s checked them each time it came up.

It's got to be the possessiveness within him that does it.

But he draws silent for a moment to finish his plate, moving to stand to take the plate over to his desk and to retrieve his drink, downing the rest of the blackberry refresher before returning to her to stretch across the bed on his side, peering at her with a still bright steel gaze. “You’re welcome to steal one if you’d like.” He offers, knowing that the permission of it was far less fun, but perhaps it could be made up in which blanket she chooses to take.

at another place in time, only parallel to mine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine