She was quiet, her fingers tracing his spine through his shirt. "That's okay. We can just sit here for now."
Snow fell furiously outside as Poppy’s hand rubbed his back, her eyes wide as she rested her head against his chest. It wasn’t until they heard the slam of the front door did she sit up suddenly. “What was that?”
She bit her lip and followed, gesturing to Tom as they opened the door. The living room was empty of people and the body of the man was gone without a trace.
"That's..." she trailed off, her brow furrowed. "That's terrifying." She tugged on his hand nervously. "Let's go back to bed, okay?"
She pulled him back into the room, her brow furrowed. She locked the door after Tom followed them in and crossed her arms, in that moment looking very small.
She went into his arms gladly, her arms encircling his torso. "...I think you should come train with me sometimes," she said eventually. "They're coming after you now."
She shook her head, listening to his heartbeat. "I don't really think it's about fighting, at this point. It's about getting away."
She was trembling, her fingers cold. “Just... what if something were to happen to you? I know the idea of training is repellant, but...”
