@maybepeace / for fynn
In the small hours of morning, Alice opens the door as quietly as she can and slips back into the apartment. She's still dressed, but this isn't the walk of shame—lately she found the shame (or at least embarrassment) a bit much, to be honest, with Fynn right there on the couch to see, so she hasn't been doing that. As often. But there's something tentative in her face, which automatically offers a little smile when she sees that he's awake.
She lifts the box of bagels in her hand. In the absence of a coffee table, she sets it on the floor in front of the couch. It's not exactly a peace offering, because they haven't argued. But if she's going to be out so early, she might as well grab breakfast.
She pulls up her skirt as she sits so that she can tuck her legs under her. But instead of reaching for the bagels, she leans sideways on him, and says nothing for awhile.
"Hey, Fynn?" Her voice is feather-soft, as if she doesn't want to disturb him, even with her cheek and her curls smudged up against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I didn't come find you. When I got back."