Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Her touch lingered, there under his eye, on thin skin there, so dark it looked bruised. It was reminiscent of youth and too much time together; of Amy. The Amy Amy here was saying she couldn't be any longer. Which, if Si was being honest, probably had something to do with all of this. She was trying to pull away. She could say she wasn't Amy—and, logically, Si knew she wasn't. They hadn't actually shared a womb, a room, one red and the others. But, she had her memories, her thoughts, her feelings, everything. Wasn't that as close to being someone as there was?
He opened his eyes. She stared at him like a little bird, head twitched to the side. Her hair was wet. He almost touched it. Instead, he grabbed his cigarettes, pulled one out, and, rapidly, lit it. He held it to his lips as he took a long drag, only watching her, wordless, as she dipped forward to inhale. The small space of her trailer was making him curve closer to her than he otherwise would, than he had since he'd found her here. He noticed her lashes, her smile, and he bit down on his cigarette. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted, so his ass was against the counter, his shoulder toward Amy. "Do you remember—Amy had a crush on him." He glanced sideways. "You did." He was done not conflating them. Fuck it. "You giggled every time he said a fucking word."