Isobel let out a soft sigh, leaning further into him, eyes falling shut with the exhaled breath. "Sometimes I regret moving here," she whispered, one hand relaxing further, fingers spreading out against his back, sliding down to his waist in a more comfortable grip. "And sometimes I just want to... forget for a while. Find some happy place and hide out and then maybe when I get back, everything won't seem so bleak and tired and..."
She was talking to much, so she closed her mouth, shaking her head.