Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
"Yeah," he joked back, per the script, comfortable and safe, "I'm messy." Si didn't do much dreaming. His 'pretend' came in the form of catastrophe, in circling, never-ending thoughts, what if, what if, what if. And what if was never good. But, imagining some place they could go to and be, away from the reach of the staining shadows of Hill House..., right now, it was good. He chuckled. He pretended to think about her rule. He still had to swallow the knot in his throat, but he could tease back. "But, not you?"