Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
She hadn't been taller than Si since they were four years old, and that reality had just grown and spread, until she was small and he was somewhere up in the sky. But she was insubstantial. She'd even felt insubstantial around Molly, who had been older and taller, and who had always seemed to have it together in a way Hannah never, ever had. And Si looked good. Si looked really, really good, and she was so glad to see it. Even as she smacked at him, she was glad to feel more meat beneath her hand than she'd felt in years of doing the same exact thing. "You aren't supposed to surprise me," she told him, and she hadn't sensed him coming at all. But he'd been doing really well, and usually she sensed bad things? So it had been reassuring, the silence she felt through the bond that tended to spike and spark as a harbinger of bad things. But she hit him one more time, for good measure, and she moved away so he could hug Jamie.
"Another year? Okay, okay, we see how it is. Jamie, we're moving away for a year. Si will be just fine and not miss us even a tiny little bit," she said, hands on her hips. And she remembered Si hugging Molly so tightly that he lifted her off her feet, and she remembered Molly protesting with a smile on her face. Si had always been affectionate, and she remembered him flying Mars around the living room, too, like a tiny red-haired airplane, and it was good to remember those things sometimes.
Si's arm was slung over her shoulder, and she crinkled her nose up at him, and then she looked at Jamie and smiled warmly. "He'll miss us," she told Jamie with certainty, and then she looked up at Si again. "You should meet Audrey! Oh, and Seven! And have you actually seen Marta?" She was pretty sure he hadn't, and she was pretty sure he'd said it was dark when... "She help us set up, so she's here somewhere, she said, turning to look out at the gathering without escaping the reassuring weight of Si's arm.