we're always running scared but holding knives
"I... you know, that's a good point. Can we blame the jungle for the fact that it took so long for us to have a conversation? And for making the war happen, and for having things be so stupid and awkward all the time?" Now that she's started, Isla is finding that not only is it easy to blame the jungle for all of her woes - it feels good, too.
"Mm... I suppose we could. But I think I'd like to run into you on purpose and do some exploring. I love that I bumped into you, Remi, but this still feels very new, and very..." She shakes her head. "I think we have a lot of healing to do, you know?" As he proves, when he continues.
"It would be nice to be able to do something about it," she agrees nonetheless, before nudging against him playfully. "And even if you've got nothing new to show me, luckily I'd be there to spend time with you, not to preen over your shifts."
"Mm... I suppose we could. But I think I'd like to run into you on purpose and do some exploring. I love that I bumped into you, Remi, but this still feels very new, and very..." She shakes her head. "I think we have a lot of healing to do, you know?" As he proves, when he continues.
"It would be nice to be able to do something about it," she agrees nonetheless, before nudging against him playfully. "And even if you've got nothing new to show me, luckily I'd be there to spend time with you, not to preen over your shifts."
Isla
