Re: In the car: Amy/Si
[She was quiet, quiet, watching him and giving him time, and she knew this was bad. It was impossible not to know, even as the glitter-gold falseness of hairpins was scattered around them and catching on the dashboard lights. She touched him, but he didn't react to the press of her fingers. His grip on the steering wheel was a thing opening and closing, and she looked back up and caught the angles of his cheeks in her blue gaze. And he was quiet, and the car went, and she let the still soothe. She hoped it would soothe, and she just pressed her cheek to old car's fabric seat as he drove into the carnival and toward the trailers that sparsely dotted the space between old, old trees.
She didn't reach for the phone when he exited the car and came around, and she didn't make him drag her out. She took his hand, and feet on the ground, and then she tugged and led. Inside, and it was crowded and messy, filled with other people's memories that she'd reclaimed and loved, and it was taller than the old airstream, at least. Inside, and she held onto his fingers as she turned on light after light, and she had an air mattress tucked away, so he wouldn't need to climb the ladder to her bed.] Sit. Sit, sit. [She tugged him toward the fur-lined chair.] Sit. [And she stood on tiptoes and cupped his cheeks if he let her.] Shhhh. One, two- [And onward and onward, slow and whisper to seven. A smile, softly.] I have buttons?