Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
“They offered t’help when they stayed after y’left.” He tacks on in case it helps, though something tells him nothing would at this precise moment. Not as she starts to retreat, twisting back to lay back down and twists around, her back to him now if only because he can feel it as he turns more fully toward her. Blankets drawn up to keep in the warmth, Thorn hears her response – delayed as it is with the confirmation that she’d mention it to him so he keeps his mouth shut on that instance.
He doesn’t wanna step over toes anyway, so rather than focusing back on the sorrow of what she might be feeling or understanding, the courtesan winds his arms around her in turn, making himself the big spoon this time to let her leech his warmth as he hopes she’ll finally start to relax. “A’ight. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” Thorn asks quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he nestles his head into the pillow and hopes that she can find some moment of relaxation to let it sweep her away, too.
He thinks it’ll help.
He doesn’t wanna step over toes anyway, so rather than focusing back on the sorrow of what she might be feeling or understanding, the courtesan winds his arms around her in turn, making himself the big spoon this time to let her leech his warmth as he hopes she’ll finally start to relax. “A’ight. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” Thorn asks quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he nestles his head into the pillow and hopes that she can find some moment of relaxation to let it sweep her away, too.
He thinks it’ll help.
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
