not only do lyra’s touches fail to register these days, but lesley has begun --- began, a long time ago --- to return each without thinking. she’s got a hand on his elbow, and after a moment, he takes a slight turn so that he can brush a thumb over her knuckles.
‘ we gotta get the fuck outta dodge for a while, ’ he says, finally winding down from a longwinded complaint. ‘ anywhere you want to visit? ’
@namefallen !












