Re: Amy's trailer: Amy M/Si M
Ever since a certain ride down a dumbwaiter, Si had found tiny spaces suffocating. It had been really bad at first. He wouldn't even play hide-and-seek anymore. And his hiding spot under the bed became unbearable. It had been at its worst just after the house, but time and necessity made him a little more malleable about it. As long as he was in something bigger than a closet, he was okay. It was better, like it always had been, when Amy was with him. And he didn't mind the way her toes pressed into him.
She didn't seem to notice that he'd been saying the same thing to her for a while now. About how she didn't need to try to fix anything with Jamie. With Mars. You had to let it play out sometimes. The irony of it being repeated to him wasn't lost on Si, and he just hummed a sort of 'yeah' as he lifted the cup to his lips for a searing sip. He sucked the taste of orange off his bottom lip, looking over as she rubbed her foot against him.—Si knew she wasn't doing the martyr act to be a martyr. But, Si couldn't help but hear the 'go on without me' in it. He cradled the cup where his hands met between his thighs. "If you tell me that's what you want. Really want."