[ it does help, oddly, hearing his voice, feeling him right there. like she isn't stuck somewhere inbetween shifts, stuck in her head somehow. her eyes are still shut tight, but it's not like she has to be looking to feel the full comfort of having him there with her. her hands ball up tight then rest flat against the floor, whines turning into quiet hums between breaths even after the shift is over, because it takes a while for her body to adjust back, for the soreness to subside and for everything to go back to normal.
and now all she wants to do is curl up right there on the floor, rest her head on his lap and not move for a while, but. no. the bed's right there. she can make it to the bed. ugh, shifting is exhausting. ]
S'done. [ right, should probably let him know she's not about to break out yelling again. she sits up, a little bit, enough to rest her cheek against his shoulder for a second, leaning on him for more than just the physical support ]
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and now all she wants to do is curl up right there on the floor, rest her head on his lap and not move for a while, but. no. the bed's right there. she can make it to the bed. ugh, shifting is exhausting. ]
S'done. [ right, should probably let him know she's not about to break out yelling again. she sits up, a little bit, enough to rest her cheek against his shoulder for a second, leaning on him for more than just the physical support ]