When he shifts his head, she lets her fingers slip free from his hair, angling her head to meet his gaze. "Good wild or bad wild?"
She can tell which way his answer is likely going to go based on his smile. But it still feels like one of those things that's worth asking. Of all the weird things that have happened to her over this years, she's pretty sure this is the weirdest.
Not only in part because she's slowly realizing that part of what makes this weird is that she's never thought about the universe as being particularly nice. If pressed, she might go with 'indifferent.' But this feels a lot like something she's needed, and it's so rare that she gets to indulge what she needs.
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She can tell which way his answer is likely going to go based on his smile. But it still feels like one of those things that's worth asking. Of all the weird things that have happened to her over this years, she's pretty sure this is the weirdest.
Not only in part because she's slowly realizing that part of what makes this weird is that she's never thought about the universe as being particularly nice. If pressed, she might go with 'indifferent.' But this feels a lot like something she's needed, and it's so rare that she gets to indulge what she needs.