Re: In Person: Sharon C/Steve R - tub things
[He lifted his knees, on either side of Sharon, the warm water sloshing with disturbance, and he leaned forward, now up, off the ceramic, folding Sharon into him, against the plane of his chest. He kissed the peak of her cheekbone, her jaw, her temple. And he felt less alone. Maybe everyone was an island, but even islands could be reached by the determined.
The nonsense with the hotel was there, like some gnawing cloud of gnats, stuck in the confines of his skull, but he could push it away with Sharon there. He dropped his forehead against the back of her head, speaking to the sucking space between them.] What do I do about Banner? Let it go?