[A warm, comfortable silence - lines pressed against lines and the spaces in between filled with something better - filled with the warmth between their bodies and even then the uncertainty has a very odd, permanent, certain and dead quality to it - but maybe that's those are the drugs. Some sort of permanence that wants to be. Something familiar that reaches beyond what they have, here, and curls them into each other, something more intimate than this. More yearning.

And maybe he's just really fucking high.



Her eyes are still just as bright.

The way he leans down onto her lips - the kiss - it's just the same as it always is.]