Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Their faces are only inches away from each other's as Shane had been leaning in to whisper, but he pulls back sharply when she turns to look at him. The rain coming down is starting to soak into everything, skin and bone, and Shane realizes he's gotten cold in the lull. Idly, he rubs at his bare arms with his palms.] He forgets. He knows, but he forgets. [He sniffs.] Yeah, I'm fucking worried. Her death was hard on him, Lorelei's. He never really fucking recovered, yeah? Peaches might not know it, but she plays right fucking into it, and he can't tell the difference sometimes. Tried talking to him about it, but there's not much else I can do, other than physically fucking pull them apart.