“I mean, like.. closer than that.” She pushes herself to sit up so she can gesticulate as she speaks, her hand slipping from his hair to do so.
“Like, I’m here, and everyone is here.” She holds her hands out at chest level, about eight inches from her sternum, hands flat, palms facing inward. “and even though that’s not that much space.. it feels like forever. And no one ever really wants to get any closer. Not and stay there. Not and mean it.. you know?”
Explaining this seems to upset her, and already there are small tears forming in the corners of her eyes, ready to fall. Blame the E, she can usually keep her shit together better than that.