JONAS SAID : I'll carry you to bed if I have to.
" if you wanna walk away with both your hands attached , you better keep 'em to yourself , askari . " the threat is empty , and both of them know it ; harriet is exhausted to the point of swaying with ever step she takes , to the point where she's stumbled into @ballagarraidh's side multiple times now . the ache for rest has sunken into her bones , the desire to crawl into a corner and let darkness overtake her mind , to reach some reprieve from the splitting pain that's developed behind her eye socket , a frequent type of headache for her that's reared its ugly head . it had arrived swiftly while she had been crowded at a table at the chip shoppe , naturally at a time where she was truly enjoying herself and the company she was keeping - why would harriet hook ever be permitted to enjoy herself for once ?
she hates how quickly jonas had picked up on how her demeanor had shifted . he notices a lot more about her than she cares to admit , despite how notoriously difficult it is to know what she is thinking most of the time . but it almost draws her closer to him , and prompts her to accept his offer to walk home with her . and this time , when she stumbles into him yet again , boot catching on the uneven cobblestone , she doesn't try to pull away . instead , she regains her footing right there in his orbit , fingers grasping at his shirt and gripping it into a tight fist . her other hand grasps at his forearm , digging into his warm skin with uncertainty , heart having leapt into her throat .
" you're an asshole . " nailed it .
