responsibilities

There's all these secrets I can't keep
Like in my heart there's a hotel suite

With the worst having seemingly passed, Jude helps intertwine them into an amalgamation of limbs and hair that looks like something out of a very bad anatomy drawing class. The couch is comfortable and familiar, and Sohalia even more so, which makes the prospect of moving here even more appealing to Jude. He doesn't know if it's the right choice. In his heart he feels it is, but until Sohalia came into his life Jude had never trusted that too much; too many years of seeing his father do the same and end up worse for it having imprinted into his brain from a young age that promises were never trustworthy and emotions not always enough.

But he's also young, dumb, and in love. It's a powerful mixture, one he isn't sure even trauma and logic can balance out.

Right now, they don't have to decide anything. Plenty of decisions have already been made, with regrets and confusion abound in their wake.

"I'll always come when you call," he reassures, brushing the tip of his nose against her own. "Wanna nap for a bit? You always get tired when you get emotional." It's a good thing they're so close together, because Jude's lips twist into a little teasing smirk. Whether she wants to or not, Jude knows he can convince her; pulling sideways to nestle them up against the arm rest, he rests his own head on the throw pillow there in the corner, knowing she'll follow him into dreamland the moment she gets comfortable on his chest.

- Fin <3

And you lived there so long
It's kinda strange, now you're gone

Jude