Re: In the car: Amy/Si
[Si kicked off his own shitty shoes at the base of the ladder. With considered movements, he pushed off his jacket and pulled off his shirt. He thought about his jeans, briefly. They were covered in dirt and everything else. It was such a mundane thought. That was good. Si sloughed the denim too, leaving everything in a pile, and climbed the ladder that felt flimsy beneath him. He ducked his head and crawled over Amy, if he had to—as much as was possible—to get himself beside her on the bed. It was still tight, and he had to just lie down, but that was fine. His feet stuck over the edge, once he was fully spread out, but he was happy enough to curl up on his side.] C'mon.