when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Isla mumbles against him, and Remi will be more than able to feel her smile - as well as all her other emotions, given that they're currently hugging. She's as reluctant to step out of his embrace as he is, the medic gazing up at him with her hands still resting against his chest. "Cut short...?" she echoes, not quite understanding what he means but well able to imagine a situation where that might happen, and so she nods nonetheless.
"Nothing bad, I hope," she murmurs with a gentle smile, though the tilt of her head suggests she already knows it will likely be otherwise. "Do you want to walk while we talk? If we are cut short, it'll be less likely if we're on the move." It seems like logical reasoning, at least, though Isla could very well be wrong.
"Nothing bad, I hope," she murmurs with a gentle smile, though the tilt of her head suggests she already knows it will likely be otherwise. "Do you want to walk while we talk? If we are cut short, it'll be less likely if we're on the move." It seems like logical reasoning, at least, though Isla could very well be wrong.
i could die
Isla
