It took me another pounding headache to the senses before, eventually, for once, I decided that my body had indeed taken enough abuse from my poor, rash, debatably suicidal convictions.
Do you wish me to hold you?" asked a rather abashed Ash, constantly squirming her hands about, at a total loss of what to do with them. "I worry that you will…"
"Well, I'm sure you know I definitely wouldn't mind that," I said out loud, more air than words leaving with my breath. "So the real question is - can you?"
The lingering faint blush on her face, combined with the fact that I made it all the way to the front door untouched pretty much answered that question for her.
I made it in, shambling, fingers gliding across the walls for support, and the first thing I was greeted with was noise - the familial kind too.
