Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Si believed in plenty of things that weren't real. He believed every fleeting high. He believed every shadow that told him his worst fears were true. Life, it felt like to Si, had always been bad and things had always gone wrong. Every time he'd tried to take steps, to help himself, or even someone else, he always ended up where he started, or worse off.
"I don't think he is," Si said of Jamie too. He lifted his head off of his hand, arm still up as beside him Amy shifted onto her side. His arm came down, along her spine, as he settled his head then on one of her pillows. Si looked over at Amy, laughing when she suggested he was reading what's-her-name poems all those years ago. "My dirtiest secret," was his dry agreement, given with the half hitch of a smile.—He wasn't sure how he felt about last night being 'different' for Amy. He assumed it was a weird twin thing. That he wanted her to be happy, but that he was jealous sometimes of the things that made her happy. "I was there."
He wasn't expecting the backwards step. He sniffed as he thought, letting his head loll back a second, so he could look at the ceiling. "Um." He pressed his lips into a line. "I don't know. I don't know that there's a reason."