PHOEBE
She was glad when he held her hand, stepping a little closer, smiling a little more at him. "I'm glad." she said quietly. He still seemed off which made her feel guilty. But then he laughed and she looked up with a raised brow. Laughter didn't exactly fit the mood of the situation and so it confused her.But he started to explain, and she fell silent, taking it all in. "Well...it sounded like you never really had anyone you could confide in or vent to...before and after Lusea. But...you can do that with me. I know talking isn't your strong suit but if you don't practice you'll never get better at it." she said with a small smile. Phoebe did recognize the benefits of physical exercise to get out one's pent up aggression too though. For a moment she thought, before shrugging a bit. "And I do have a bag of quilt fill you could punch if you really wanted."
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
