we're always running scared but holding knives
Biting back the urge to apologise again, Isla instead swallows and nods to him, easily able to understand why such a thing might not make anyone feel better. And so instead, meglio non pensarci, she reaches up to carefully wipe the tears from Remi's cheeks, having to be incredibly cautious not to poke him in his very human eyes.
And while he makes an incredibly good point, Isla is very much struggling to find an answer that makes scientific and logical sense (because there isn't one, duh). Eventually the doctor lets out a long sigh, more than aware of the way he's shifted in the bed and why that might be, but nonetheless remaining where she is. "You needed it," she murmurs. "And I think maybe I did too."
Strictly speaking, now that Remi seems to be marginally feeling better she ought to peel herself away, but Isla doesn't have a logical response for that either.
And while he makes an incredibly good point, Isla is very much struggling to find an answer that makes scientific and logical sense (because there isn't one, duh). Eventually the doctor lets out a long sigh, more than aware of the way he's shifted in the bed and why that might be, but nonetheless remaining where she is. "You needed it," she murmurs. "And I think maybe I did too."
Strictly speaking, now that Remi seems to be marginally feeling better she ought to peel herself away, but Isla doesn't have a logical response for that either.
Isla
