w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

[messy]

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[expiries]

[carefully moves to take her hand]

...I know.

[naeddre]

[she holds it.]

We'll both find a better place next week. [she says, quietly.] You're right.

[expiries]

I - don't think it's wrong for you to be worried, either. Or at least - I understand.

[naeddre]

I know you understand. [she glances up at him.] Everybody is worried, after this long. It doesn't matter how far or close anybody is.

[expiries]

Perhaps not. But how you feel matters.