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angelo_wingsComing back to the dorm lobby was ... unreal. Somehow, popping into a strange void and back again did weird things to your head, even if you mistakenly thought you were only gone for a couple of minutes. The world was loud, and bright, and too chaotic. Rinoa found it difficult to find words -- she wanted to stare at things and let her mind sift itself out.
Her bed was just upstairs, but Angelo was in the cabins, so Rinoa stumbled out in that direction. She had to make sure Angelo was okay.
Squall hadn't spoken yet, either, but if he was wondering where she was going, he didn't ask. He fell into step beside her and they walked in silence.
Halfway there, she stopped, abruptly, and touched his arm. A request. A moment later, she had slipped her arms around his waist and he was holding on to her, one hand smoothing her hair back. They were all right. They were alive. The rest of the walk, she had one hand curled around his. He didn't seem to mind.
In Jelly Bean A3, a particularly worried looking Angelo bounced over to them, excitedly, and Rinoa finally let go of Squall so she could wrap her arms around her puppy and just breathe her in. Had Angelo known something was wrong? She was perceptive like that.
Squall lingered, then slowly backed away. And that was when Rinoa found her voice. "Stay," she said, reaching a hand out to him. "Please?"
In case whatever-that-was came back. So that he didn't disappear two minutes later. Because she still wasn't sure any of this was real.
So he stayed. There wasn't really room for three of them on Rinoa's twin bed, but none of them minded. Rinoa hadn't even realized that she had fallen asleep until she woke up the next morning.
(OOC: I know we're back in the dorms now, but Rinoa doesn't (she still thinks it's Thursday), and they wanted a little bit of privacy for cuddling/snuggling/hanging on for dear life. Squall modded entirely with permission.)
Her bed was just upstairs, but Angelo was in the cabins, so Rinoa stumbled out in that direction. She had to make sure Angelo was okay.
Squall hadn't spoken yet, either, but if he was wondering where she was going, he didn't ask. He fell into step beside her and they walked in silence.
Halfway there, she stopped, abruptly, and touched his arm. A request. A moment later, she had slipped her arms around his waist and he was holding on to her, one hand smoothing her hair back. They were all right. They were alive. The rest of the walk, she had one hand curled around his. He didn't seem to mind.
In Jelly Bean A3, a particularly worried looking Angelo bounced over to them, excitedly, and Rinoa finally let go of Squall so she could wrap her arms around her puppy and just breathe her in. Had Angelo known something was wrong? She was perceptive like that.
Squall lingered, then slowly backed away. And that was when Rinoa found her voice. "Stay," she said, reaching a hand out to him. "Please?"
In case whatever-that-was came back. So that he didn't disappear two minutes later. Because she still wasn't sure any of this was real.
So he stayed. There wasn't really room for three of them on Rinoa's twin bed, but none of them minded. Rinoa hadn't even realized that she had fallen asleep until she woke up the next morning.
(OOC: I know we're back in the dorms now, but Rinoa doesn't (she still thinks it's Thursday), and they wanted a little bit of privacy for cuddling/snuggling/hanging on for dear life. Squall modded entirely with permission.)
