I wanna be touched, be loved
“Nope.” She informs him confidently, shrugging a slender shoulder before she readjusts her sweater a little and watches him curiously. The stars shimmer the air faintly, and while there’s comfort in the reminder it brings of her - their - mother, she finds it a little flashy. But, it isn’t her place to say or question anything, so she leans back in the seat and crosses a leg over the other.
She clicks her tongue thoughtfully as she reads his answer and her smile is almost serpentine when she shrugs yet again. “Up to you. Depends on if you’re lookin’ for a real fatherly connection.” Because if he was, he wasn’t going to find it with Jack.
She clicks her tongue thoughtfully as she reads his answer and her smile is almost serpentine when she shrugs yet again. “Up to you. Depends on if you’re lookin’ for a real fatherly connection.” Because if he was, he wasn’t going to find it with Jack.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
