Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[Inside was deliberate. Si knew what Amy was trying to do, and he wasn't going to let her. Not that he wasn't going to let her not have sex with him or anything fucked like that. But, he wasn't going to let her pull away into politeness and awkwardness. Maybe he'd messed this all up and maybe he should let her do what she was comfortable with, but he'd lost his twin once. He wasn't going to let it happen again. So, yeah, inside.
Inside, where the space was tight and Si had to slouch forward, until he dropped onto that same sofa, setting it to creaking beneath his weight. One second, two, three. Then she came in. She said 'now,' and Si made a show of getting his phone out of his pocket, finding the right app, putting in the time, and setting it to start. He looked back at Amy as he took a swig from the beer bottle, green glass tinting his palm around it. Was this playing with fire? Probably. But, Si had played with matches until sulfur was a comforting smell. He stood again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Dropping his cigarette into a nearby cup-turned-ashtray, he approached Amy. There wasn't much distance to cross, so he didn't corner her. But, he did hold his arms open. For a hug.] Come on. [He gestured toward himself with beer sloshing in emphasis.]