[ nic can't hear her small huff of laughter but she isn't trying to hide it anyway. when he leaves the couch, she turns towards the empty spot, leaning into the residual body heat that lingers on the worn leather.
alex doesn't need to see the label on the bottle to know what it is, looking up at him beneath her fringe. her smile softens. ]
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[ nic can't hear her small huff of laughter but she isn't trying to hide it anyway. when he leaves the couch, she turns towards the empty spot, leaning into the residual body heat that lingers on the worn leather.
alex doesn't need to see the label on the bottle to know what it is, looking up at him beneath her fringe. her smile softens. ]
Yes. And she still has us.
[ but the pain would still be there. ]