Re: quicklog, hotel: neil/mere
But I should still be able to deal with it. To handle it. [She let out a breath that shuddered and shook, but his hand rubbing circles over her back did the job that he intended. Her breathing evened out bit by bit and before long, even the tears had stopped, leaving her with reddened, puffy eyes. Finally, she lifted her head from where she had pressed it against his shoulder, looking up at him for a long moment. He seemed different to her, changed somehow, but not in a way she could put her finger on.]
I'm not hungry. I don't think I could eat right now. But something to drink. That- that would be good. [She paused, biting her lip, chapped and split as it was, as she lifted a hand to touch his cheek, the angular line of his jaw.] Are you alright, Neil? [It was a serious question said with a serious expression. No matter what she had been through, she would always have a part of her that would be thinking about him, worrying about him.]