he steps into her purview, his lower half and the pipe in hand, for she's slouching already on the sofa in a defensive huddle. all the trappings of the same home she has been living in for weeks, months, and in the end that only aches the keener. the melody rolls softly behind her. hardly seems like she notices.
only him, standing above her, looking beautiful and young and overwhelmed. only the pipe in his fingers.
she takes it and sets it with only halting uncertainty to her lips. ]
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he steps into her purview, his lower half and the pipe in hand, for she's slouching already on the sofa in a defensive huddle. all the trappings of the same home she has been living in for weeks, months, and in the end that only aches the keener. the melody rolls softly behind her. hardly seems like she notices.
only him, standing above her, looking beautiful and young and overwhelmed. only the pipe in his fingers.
she takes it and sets it with only halting uncertainty to her lips. ]