Re: quicklog: michael/destiny
[Destiny eased off just a little when he spoke, the hug ending in a gentle squeeze. She pivoted just a bit on her toes, hips twisting and her head tilting so that she could glimpse his face. Did he seem bad?] Not bad, just… like you have a lot to think about. [But he didn't look bad, not bad like hurt, not bad like he wanted to barricade himself in his bedroom and never come out again.
He began to explain in such a roundabout way that it became pretty clear, with her eyebrows quirking speculative and her smile slipping away, that Destiny wasn't really sure what he was talking about.] I don't think I know what you mean exactly. I know what it is like to put bad things away and pretend that they weren't ever there to begin with. Do you mean something like that? Were you reminded of something you put away to forget?