so normal!

no, no. nothing like that. nothing like that — anyway. how was his day?

good, good. can they, um. can he ... can — jesus. can he hold her, maybe? he doesn’t have to. but she’d like it.

climbs into his bed. this whole separate rooms thing sucks. she misses cuddling. scoots up next to him. she just needs ... she doesn’t know. his arms, maybe.

“talk to me, baby, please? say something, it doesn’t have to be anything wild,” she just misses his voice. he can ask her about will if he wants. she’ll answer.

“what did you do today? unless you want me to talk,” her cheek squishes further into his chest, pulling herself in closer to him. rey just wishes he would let her in.

“work was good. my time with the show is almost over, so i’ll probably be looking at other offers,” like some of the ones she’s gotten from london. good offers, really, they adore her, think of her as their world conquering princess. “missed you.” a deep inhale. ben.

it’s not like they talk much, anyway, so is she even really here? rey’s been convincing herself it wouldn’t be too big of a change. “mm,” she responds, her legs tangling with his, “tell me you love me.”

she pulls back, looking up at him. “do you, though? because i love you. i love you so much, ben, so much. but do you love me? really, do you? you can tell me the truth, i won’t be mad.” rey isn’t angry, just concerned. she just wants him to be honest.

“ben, baby,” she starts, her hands reaching for his face. “do /you/ believe you anymore?” her thumbs run over his cheekbones, streetlights illuminating the hurt on her face. he just needs to say it like he used to, she thinks, and it’ll all be okay.

“okay,” she says, voice quiet, biting at the inner corner of her mouth. “okay.” and her arms wrap back around him, tugging him as close as he could get, a leg around his waist. secure.

... cute. she got him a teddy bear. it’s okay if he doesn’t like it, but it smells like her.

of course she wants to go. is it ... okay if she kisses his cheek? would he be alright with that?

leans in, giving him a quick smooch.

crawling into @midnightdyad’s lap, yawning gently, resting her chin against his shoulder.

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if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my 𝘈𝘙𝘔 as you break my 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛.

they need to talk, @midnightdyad.