Re: dami/holly apartment
At the party, she had thought uptight instead of young. He ran rooftops, he didn't go to raves and he so very badly? Needed to loosen up. But now as his weight sank down onto the broken-down couch beside her and she could see the tired purpling beneath his eyes, she wound the blanket more tightly around her shoulders and thought young and yawned.
"Why didn't you want to stop, because of your dad?" She guessed that was what family meant: going until you dropped because it was bigger than sleep and bigger than food. It sounded like it, and it had looked like it, from watching Steph and Selina prowl like there was something in the air that wouldn't go away. She shrugged, a wriggle of shoulders in tissue-thin cotton, and she folded a cushion under her head. "I have friends who don't have places to go. And everywhere they were were other people. I wasn't superheroing, I promise." Yawn.