An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“”Eh. Who cares about home?” Paige shrugs, leaning over briefly to put the popsicle wrapper and stained stick on the nightstand. “I’m basically already there.”
It’s the kind of sentimental thing Paige normally hides into the nape of her neck or the curve of her shoulder. Throwing it out there so flippantly is a form of protection on its own. A defense mechanism: she doesn’t have to look Missy in the eye when she does it.
Missy catches it, anyway. Holds onto it.
Who cares about home? I’m basically already there. Over and over, warmth blooming inside of her body. Who cares about home? I’m basically already there."
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