her voice is completely muffled by a huge bite of her hamburger, and if he understands her, it’s only because they’ve known each other for so long. ❛ this is so good. ❜ josie is trying to ride the waves of deja vu that are overcoming her while they sit in his car stuffing their faces with fast food. it’s something they did a hundred times over their lives -- in high school, on their wedding night. it feels too good to be true. but it’s real -- she can see the detail in his freckles that her fantasies never seemed to really get right. and the way he’s looking at her like he loves her again -- it practically snaps her in half every time. that’s real, because she never would’ve dared to imagine that look anymore. but after the day they’ve had, somehow she got it back. that, paired with the first meal she’s really devoured since her stomach shrunk down to the size of a peanut, and she’s feeling a high that no drugs ever got her. her knees are folded underneath her against the leather of his seat, and she shifts on her knees a little to scoot closer to him despite the console between them. ❛ mm-- ❜ she tries to talk and it’s a complete failure. after taking a drink, she tries again, her eyes finding his with an ease in them that’s just finding its way back. ❛ do you have any more fries? ❜
