@mydearestfaraday sent: “ i can stay, if you want. ”
There are days where being away from home is easier than others. Dorothy isn’t sure what she misses -- maybe it’s the familiarity. Maybe it’s her parents, or the cat that had snuck out of cloning that was her dearest friend.
Right now, it’s the light. It’s the quiet -- Far Harbor lacks both of these as they hole up in the midst of a heavy storm. She hides down below, where her radio is a little bit louder than rain on the roof and the thunder feels a little more farther away.
“I’d like that a whole lot,” she should be embarrassed, and she it, but huddled up under blankets and homesick, she’s feeling too much of so many things that makes it hard to really feel shame for her weakness. Dorothy’s voice is small, but she pats the open space beside her as a an acceptance of his offer and a request to not leave her alone.
“I knew about weather,” she says, like it makes it a little bit better, “I just never imagined how loud it would be... I hope it passes soon.” For a moment, she licks her lips and finds a smile, “Thank you.”









