Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[At least today, at least right now, the trailer didn't smell like vinegar and black tar cooking in a spoon. It was all cigarette smoke, like Si had gone through a pack, two, just hand-to-mouth one right after the other. Which was close to the truth. The sweetness of vanilla was a whisper beneath it all, something Si could only catch when he was close to Amy. The lavender too.
And if she was worried about loss, Si hadn't gone far. A step. Could a step take them back? Si didn't think he wanted to go back, but he thought maybe she did—or, maybe she thought they should, and she was going to do it, for him. For his own good. Si had never done a damn thing for his own good. He thought about that as he watched his sister finish off the beer. He couldn't remember how he would've watched her before. Now, his gaze lingered, on her lips, on her throat, on her fingers gripping glass.—He looked away when she was finished, glancing over to take the empty bottle. He set it on the floor, and by the time he was done with that, she was right there, against him, under the drape of his arm.
He didn't pull back this time. He was acutely aware of how close she was, of the cut of vanilla, of the brush of her hair on his arm. Si curled a soft grip around her shoulder and let her take the cigarette without resistance or protest. He exhaled smoke through his nose and looked at Amy.] Hey.