Re: Iris' bedroom "Gray"/Iris
[The touch instantly helped to settle her, a tether in the rushing of her thoughts. Even before he tucked that hand into the dip of her waist (that she hadn't noticed becoming more prominent until just now), she was already moving closer to him, pressing along his side until she could rest her head on his shoulder. She didn't normally instigate such a large amount of touch, but she found herself now wanting to crawl into his lap like a child. The press against his side was a compromise (of sorts).
Her breath shuddered in at the command, and it took another moment for her to reply, words slipping and slithering out quietly.] I wasn't meant to be... I'm not supposed to get pregnant. Not ever. I didn't think I could, and that was good. There's so much about me that's wrong, and everything I touch goes bad. Mangled. I can't even take care of myself, I know I can't. Every time I try I fail. I hurt everyone around me, but when I try to be alone I can't do it. I'm already afraid about hurting you, and now there's... it's... [Her head moved enough for her gaze to angle downward, toward her stomach. And then her hand lifted - just one - and rested four shaking fingertips lightly against the fabric there.]