@dralanabloom : ‘ bad dream? ’ ( TENDURRR ) / love ♥ starters, accepting.
“that obvious, huh.” tongue draws against their teeth before a palm raises, presses against their eye. there’s a noise, deep from their throat, that sounds like a terrible groan. “i, uh, i haven’t been sleeping well. you know--zoloft and insomnia go hand in hand. i don’t think i have to tell you about that.”
a smile, sleepy as it may be. “i mean, i could just drug myself so i can get a few hours of sleep, but i’m sure you’d tell me that’s bad, honey.” there’s a moment of pause, chipped red nails plucking at the dry skin of their bottom lip idly. “it’ll work out at some point. maybe. i’m used to not sleeping. thanks for the concern.” those last four words are dry, a little clipped, and truly, tegan doesn’t care. they understand alana is someone who cares deeply, understand that that’s something that makes her her.
they just don’t care, especially when that concern is turned toward them. there’s surely better people out there--right?
