and I loved you so much it was making me sick
Zeph looks at her hand, and Vai? She keeps her eyes on the sea, though her thumb does ghost gently over the back of his palm; a physical reminder of here, of now. ”Yeah, that would be nice,” she agrees, finally glancing across at him with a sad smile. ”But the other hurt would still be there, lurking deep down.” Even if this one was gone, the rest would stay. Who knew, though? Maybe Zeph could live with that. He’d made room for it, had time to adjust.
”You could go for a swim,” she says slowly, knowing from previous conversations what that would entail. ”...Or you could go home. Get some sleep. And think about this again with a clear head.” She squeezes his hand. ”I’ll come with you, if you want.”
”You could go for a swim,” she says slowly, knowing from previous conversations what that would entail. ”...Or you could go home. Get some sleep. And think about this again with a clear head.” She squeezes his hand. ”I’ll come with you, if you want.”
