Isla
Isla relaxes by degrees until it's as though the craziness of the past few minutes never happened (and really, when she gets home she'll be taking a long look in the mirror and asking herself what the fuck). Remi's words, soft and honest and making so much sense that the doctor in her feels positively ashamed of her behaviour, she all but slouches against him in her relief. "Well, the fact that you came out here with me tonight says that it must have been pretty good advice, no?" She smiles.
Remi taps gently at her temples and it's enough to have Isla blushing all over again; this time she elbows him playfully as if to ask if he wouldn't mind turning the charm down just a tad, please. "That's... probably the sweetest thing someone has said to be for a long time, Remi," she admits, tucking a curl behind her ears and glancing away. "I will try to remind myself of that more often."
Remi taps gently at her temples and it's enough to have Isla blushing all over again; this time she elbows him playfully as if to ask if he wouldn't mind turning the charm down just a tad, please. "That's... probably the sweetest thing someone has said to be for a long time, Remi," she admits, tucking a curl behind her ears and glancing away. "I will try to remind myself of that more often."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
