ISLA
"Well--," Isla mumbles, the flush on her cheeks growing all the brighter as Remi so effortlessly calls her out. But he's offering out his hands and she steps forward to slip hers into his grip, and he rescues her having to make it blatantly obvious when he starts to speak. And as he begins she keeps waiting for the but, Isla guessing that this will culminate with I can't be okay with it or I can't see you any more. She's prepping for it, in fact, blinking quickly and glancing away from Remi...
Only it isn't that at all, the medic squeezing his hands gently and seeming unable to help the way she steps forward to abandon the distance between them so she can hug him tightly. "It's okay," she whispers. "You can't help the way you feel, and neither of us can expect you to just turn it off. But you're still my best friend, Remi. I still want to tell you everything, and to spend time with you. That part doesn't have to change."
Only it isn't that at all, the medic squeezing his hands gently and seeming unable to help the way she steps forward to abandon the distance between them so she can hug him tightly. "It's okay," she whispers. "You can't help the way you feel, and neither of us can expect you to just turn it off. But you're still my best friend, Remi. I still want to tell you everything, and to spend time with you. That part doesn't have to change."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
