Penny raised an eyebrow at him. When was this? Sully, you shouldn't... She bit her lip and shook her head. She was... what was the word? Flattered, she supposed? He cared about her enough that he would threaten someone for her, but at the same time, she worried about him. Just try not to get hurt. How many times could she actually say that, or think it in this case, without her getting annoying? It's in my journal. Everything is in my journal, but my journal is at home in my room. Bottom drawer of my dresser. You have to peel off this cover that looks like it's the bottom of the drawer, but it isn't. You can tell my dad that I asked you to get me... I dunno... my favorite pillow or something.
It was a good thing she had gotten all that in there before he broke their mental link. Probably also good that he did it before she could get another 'be careful' in there or let it slip that she loved him again. His hand felt so warm in hers, and she wished she didn't feel so cold and clammy herself. He was so perfect, and she... wasn't. She gave his hand a squeeze though and grinned. "I think it was mine too." Despite her aversion to parties and dances, she had to admit that she had found a good alternative to big crowds while still managing to have a good time. "I'm... I'm glad you're here," she stammered, feeling her eyes go a little watery.