Re: quicklog, hotel: neil/mere
[It didn't take much coaxing to get her to rest against his side, head upon his shoulder. A hand came up to wipe at her eyes, angry with herself over the tears because she wasn't the sort of girl that cried at the drop of a hat. It wasn't her, and it shouldn't be her now, but it was. Somehow.] I know, I know. I don't know- know what's wrong. [Because the tears just didn't seem to want to stop, stains on dirty cheeks as she turned her head in towards him, face against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, safe and here and loving her.] You'll stay for a while? A couple of days? [Because as dependent as she wanted to be, as she needed to be, she also needed him here. Not just available on the journals or by the phone, but here.]