Val was there, but she was fast asleep on the couch, her coat acting as blanket and her hand curled by her face. * * * "Yes! Precisely."
He frowned, pulling out a proper blanket for her before kissing her cheek and heading for the door again. *** "Lets do that, then."
He froze, suddenly frustrated with himself. "I'm sorry. Force of habit." *** She unlocked the door and headed inside.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “You were really drunk last night.” *** He followed her, closing the door behind them.
“Depends what you consider stupid,” she said, glancing at him. Her gaze traced his mouth for a moment before she refocused, crossing her arms. *** “Alright. How do we begin?”
“Well, you called me and then you started telling me that you loved me,” she said, pursing her lips. *** “Super glue?”
She shook her head, standing up with s sigh. “We... we can’t keep doing this, Landon.” *** “Glue stick. Got it.”
She buried her face in his neck, her hands on his back. “Bye, Landon.” *** “Silly putty. That has to work.”
She sighed, feeling slightly hollow as the door closed behind him. It took her a while before she turned back to the couch and began to work. **** “Plaster. Staples.”
