Re: [Hookerville: Hannah & Reece]
Hannah didn't expect anything from him at all. She just liked being close to the people she liked, and she liked Reece. She knew Reece didn't want her sexually, and she wasn't even sure if he liked girls anymore, but it didn't matter. He was her friend, and Hannah wasn't really good at personal space, and she was even worse when she liked someone. She liked Reece, and she hopped up happily and willingly, and she turned the air conditioning unit on as cool as it would go. There wasn't a door to the pair of the trailer that contained the bed. There was just a beaded curtain, and it swayed when the cool air hit it. She carried the two fans over, and she placed them in front of the beads, and the cold air carried and danced and made the front room cooler.
"You look very shady," she said as she sat back down, a nod of her head and faux seriousness. She didn't really think Reece could look shady. He looked too clean for shady, and she knew he didn't even like touching the floor if it wasn't clean, and shady people didn't care about things like that.
She touched his shoulder once she sat again, that unthinking lack of personal space showing itself in a twirling dance of fingertips along the seam of metal and skin. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking up at him, and she cocked her head to the side, fingers not withdrawing. "Just say the words. Sometimes it's easier to just say things and make them real on the air. They aren't always real in our heads," she said, her usual oddness detectable in the airy words and the whimsical dance of fingertips on his shoulder.