“ i like having you around. and not because of what you can do for me or give to me— i like you. i value you as a person. ”
emery takes a long pause, fingers picking at the skin of her thumb; an anxious habit that she hasn't been able to kick just yet. lord knows she's been trying, especially with how rough her hands are starting to look now - in different stages of healing, with skin red raw. it takes a long time for her to meet sharons' eyes, embarrassment practically radiating from her.
her hands move from picking at her thumbs to gently pulling at the edge of her shirt, bouncing gently on the tips of her toes. everything about her screams anxious energy, uncertainty. she's not sure she's ever felt quite this comfortable with someone before and truth be told, emery isn't sure how to handle it.
the question escapes before her brain has had time to actually process what that one word means.
@writelikeyouarerunningoutof / sharon & emery .