Re: Voice: Amy M/Si M
[She could hear the amusement in his voice. It was a familiar sound, old and something that curled itself around her insides and squeezed, and then he was there, in the doorway. Looming, and she'd been taller than him for five or six years, and then never again, and her cornflower gaze skipped to his fingers on the bottle neck, the way his grip was lazy and thoughtless and very, very Si, and she maybe looked too long before her gaze buoyed up and up, and she knew inside was deliberate. Just like he knew her standing outside was deliberate. But he was looking, and she looked back, and her thoughts danced wildly in her head as she waited a second, two seconds, three, and then followed him into the bus that was much, much too small for him, and it smelled of cigarettes and familiarity, and scent was something the dark hadn't chased away.] Okay, now. [Of the timer, and this was probably the longest she'd ever been in his presence without hugging him.]