the pause between breathing

"That's not so surprising, getting impatient. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help with that." Isla smiles sweetly up at him, her head resting against his shoulder so she can enjoy the touch of his fingers, the warmth of his skin. And the smile grows softer still as she feels him relax against her, Isla closing her eyes and letting her fingers draw careful, gentle patterns against his lower back. "I don't consider it a burden," she murmurs against his neck. "You catch me when I fall, and I catch you. That's how this works, right? You can always come home and we'll sort it out together, whatever's happening." And even if she isn't there for a bit, at least home is better than wandering the streets, paranoid and on edge. But for now, home may as well be here for how wrapped up in him Isla is. She has no intention of going anywhere any time soon, and if that means the room ends up working its magic on them again... well. So be it. ~FIN Isla the flesh is weak