Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Hannah couldn't believe things were worse off. Some days, she lived in a dark and deep place that she couldn't see out of, but mostly not. Mostly she accepted and looked for the good, but it had been a hard few weeks for that. But right now was good. This was nice in a way that was burnished bright like old memories kept warm and close, and she shifted and smiled as his arm came down and he settled on her pillow. The bed was clean, and there were new sheets after every customer, and it smelled like safety and his cigarettes. Maybe she would try to get him in a shower before he left, and she could wash his clothes that way, maybe, maybe.
She laughed at his dry-toned smile, at the easy teasing, and then she was all curiosity in blue gaze. "Tell me about your night, but don't tell me in specifics. Tell me in feeling words. Give me five of them in a row, one, and two, and three, and four, and five," she demanded, and then she was almost sorry for the serious question and his serious answer. The 'why?' question, and Hannah asked that a lot and about everything. "We just had really, really bad luck?" she asked, but she didn't think that was the case. "I think... I think the house changed us in ways that wouldn't even show through the cracks in our skin until much, much later. I don't know how Dad decided to do what he did with Mars. Mom never would've. Jamie's shattered glass that still has its backing holding him together, so maybe you can't tell it's cracked." She blinked at him slowly. "I wish you'd been at my wedding-"
That was a beginning, or it was meant to be, and the sentiment was one she'd almost voiced over and again, but no sooner was the last syllable said than a knock came, and she uncurled herself from her space beside him. She looked out the airstream's window, and she sighed. It was a client, and she kind of mostly wanted to turn him away, but she needed the money, and so she turned back to the bed and tugged on Si's arm. Tug, tug. "He pays really well," she said apologetically, and then she was nudge, nudge, nudging him toward the door, which she could only do if he was agreeable to it. He was kind of big.
Nudge, nudge, and she smiled as she opened the door for the familiar man outside. "Come in," she told him with a welcoming and warm smile, and she waved her fingers at Si once she was outside and as she closed the door.