❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞ @pittmade
jack says it so simply, so matter of fact as if reading from an un-refuted diagnosis and for a split second, SHE FORGETS HOW TO BREATHE. she takes a small step toward him, enough for the edges of her exhaustion to melt into something else. she reaches out, fingertips grazing the hem of his scrubs like she’s grounding herself. tense shoulders melting down, well into a shift that dragged on too long and left too many ghosts behind. she should be immune to tenderness by now in this environment but if anything, gloria indulges more. ❛ yeah, i couldn't sleep before shift. ❜ she admits, voice barely above the hum of the fluorescents and break of morning light through the automatic doors.
she's cradled a coffee that's been re-heated half a dozen times that night alone in her other hand. her frame titled, leaning against the counter but more into him as subtle as could be mustered for their proximity. there's no struggle to find his gaze, it's already on her, already poking at the faint hue of pink adorning her cheeks. gloria didn't blush but she does for him. she smiles then, the kind that blooms slow and steady like something she didn’t think could grow anymore. ❛ you know, i'm getting tired of packing a bag and...you always make coffee better than mine. ❜ it's a flash of movement so subtle that any wandering eyes wouldn't thinks twice of the rogue kiss to his stubbled jaw. she lingers with weariness and the reflection of stars hung around him in her honey eyes. ❛ from a scientific perspective, it seems that the only probable conclusion here is to eliminate sleeping apart. ❜