[It's not a stillness that unsettles Chase - he has too many dead friends in this place - but he'd be blind not to notice her reticence. His hands, settled on her arms, are careful not to try to rub warmth into her skin.]
Think one day we'll be able to get to this point without making each other feel like crap first?
or steps leading into the sea
Think one day we'll be able to get to this point without making each other feel like crap first?