@dirtypaw / sc.
she finds him on the back patio, stretched across one of the lounge chairs, still fully dressed. it’s not a surprise –– she’s found him like this before, and she knows she will again, but it doesn’t stop the pit of worry from opening up in her stomach all the same. he hears her long before she slides open the back door and steps out, tugging her sweater tighter around her when it’s cooler than she’d expected.
“hey,” she says, quiet, like there are other people out here, like roman can hear them from upstairs. he’d still been asleep when she’d left the bed a few minutes ago, and hopefully, he’ll stay that way. (they’ve been here a while now, she thinks. he doesn’t have to stay all this time, either, but she knows he’s as worried about shilah as she is. she’s stopped offering for him to go back home.) “what’re you doing up?”