Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
Si muttered under his breath something unintelligible as he turned the car toward the highway. He shook his head, but felt better when Amy let him take her hand in his. The pressure of the squeeze was warm and comforting and she was okay. He just needed to remind himself that she was okay. They were okay. Whatever the fuck was going on in that house couldn't touch them. Si lifted Amy's knuckles to his lips, where his stubble scratched at the back of her hand, and held her hand there a moment. It was too close—all of this—was too close to his last fuck-up. It was too close to the wound.
He tried to get a grip on himself. He closed his eyes and opened them. The highway was mostly empty. They traveled in a bubble of light. He let Amy have her hand if she wanted it.