help.

ugh she’s too tired for this.

anakin hold her hand challenge—

for science. of course. for example, an observation: his hand is warm.

is that so? then keep holding it, he may. he’s: cute.

please don’t,

please?

no! stop! it’s bad!!

it IS bad! she likes his face too much for this.

she would appreciate that. a lot. she’s just gonna kiss his forehead here—

consider— what if she skips that part and just goes straight for his lips?

this is: extremely nice. this is also why he needs to take care of himself.

just for her? how sweet of him. cutie.

mmm— he is, especially, in this moment.

normally she’d object, but she doesn’t feel like going through their back-and-forth right now. ...they should go lay down. it’s been a while.

it has! she misses him! all the time! she’ll take this chance to curl right up against his side, pressing another kiss to the side of his neck.

she hasn’t slept in uhhh— actually, she’d better not say.

ah fuck, it’s missing a****n hours again. (don’t tell him.)

what the fuck—

she’s not even HOME and she can still sense his bullshit from all the way over here