Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
"Why? There's nothing to be sorry for, Si. You came and got me, and everything's going to be okay," she told him, and it was as much for herself as it was for him, the soothing words. They were driving further and further away from whatever had made her feel like her skin was crawling, but the absence of immediate survival instinct made the fear come back in miles.
She untangled her fingers from his, and she touched his cheek. Soothing, soothing, just a brush of fingers, of knuckles, her cheek against the passenger's seatback, and her body turned toward his now. With her other hand, she changed the song, and the glow of the dashboard was oddly reassuring. "We could live in this car forever," she suggested, teasing, but sounding like she meant it. "We could drive everywhere and never stop."