we're always running scared but holding knives
Scoffing, Isla doesn't really have much to say there, and she can only offer a small nod to Remi in understanding. "Well, maybe I'll start telling you again as well, and then all of them together might help rein you in?" she suggests, knowing it wouldn't be true but enjoying the idea nonetheless. Her legs continue to swing, and even though she wants to look at Remi until it makes them both uncomfortable, she makes herself gaze out through the curtain of vines instead.
"Like what?" she wonders aloud at his wish, knowing and guessing at some of the things that might be on his list, but wanting to hear it from him nonetheless. "Are you and Ronin okay?" Isla asks suddenly, slipping her arm through Remi's and leaning in against him, as if it's only just occurred to her that this is why he might be out in the jungle in tears.
"Like what?" she wonders aloud at his wish, knowing and guessing at some of the things that might be on his list, but wanting to hear it from him nonetheless. "Are you and Ronin okay?" Isla asks suddenly, slipping her arm through Remi's and leaning in against him, as if it's only just occurred to her that this is why he might be out in the jungle in tears.
Isla
