Jude
Do you love me like that?
If I keep on driving
Her easy understanding and compassion are like balm on an open wound that still stings, muting the pain receptors to trick the mind into believing the laceration is no longer there. So when she asks what she can do he merely laughs and holds her closer. "Just being here. It's already helping." Nobody can get to them in here - the world can stay out there beyond that door, his world is already in his arms. If I keep on driving
As such, peeling away is hard, but they can't stand in the doorway forever. Waiting while she removes her shoes and leaving her bags where they dropped, Jude pulls her to the couch nearby, unable to handle waiting to get back to his bedroom. It's not like it's anything Harper hasn't seen before if his dad comes home. Flopping onto it first, he makes grabby hands at her for her to lay on top of him, pouting dramatically. "Anyway tell me about your trip," he wheedles once she has obliged.
Would you hold me when we crash?
Or would you let me go?
Or would you let me go?
