funbun brainrotting again. i like to think that pomni has those picnics often. maybe she reads to her. tells her about the adventures they go on. i hope the guilt doesn’t eat her up too badly. i hope she finds comfort in having her nearby. i like to think in the middle of the night when she can’t sleep because her brain won’t slow down, or maybe she’s had a nightmare, she goes to the pillow fort and sleeps in there and lets the humming of abstraction soothe her to sleep. and maybe one of these days, she’ll wake up, and she’ll find that jax came back to her. maybe the love and care will let her find her way home. #coping








