"So, what'd you think of my brother?"
Lois is draped over my bed, pillows and comforters arranged decoratively around her. We dropped Noah off at her house a few hours ago, and now we're lazing and talking. I'm sitting at my desk, knees to chest, watching the sun set languidly, and she's kicking her feet and sighing dramatically every few minutes.
"He seems...nice?" I try, cheeks flushing. "I'm not really interested in that right now, Lo."
"He would never— "
"Most people wouldn't," I say, shrugging. "I'm just not feeling it as of late."
"Yeah, okay." Her cheeks burn and she drags a hand through her hair. "I didn't mean to imply that you should be dating or anything. I'm just— "
"Lois. It's fine."
a/n: running briskly out of ideas but i'll think of something, i'm sure.
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comfort {complete}
Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
