[As much denial and protest as there could be, the farm house was a home.
Needed and wanted to keep some physical connection with Jack, as if worried letting too much distance would let something creep in. Push things far apart again, the worry enough that his tail was mostly still under his coat, letting fingers interlace as he let out a breath and a few butterflies crept out of the shadows in his wake.
Them going off to flutter around the lantern near the front of the house, of course. Enough were still around the back.] Yeah.
Easy to... make excuses that it's not real, or something. [Much of a lie as that would be.
His coat was being hung back up on the hooks by the back door, scarf and gloves tucked away as well, only letting go long enough to put it all where it wouldn't fall and what moisture from the snow and cold would dry easily.]
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Date: 2019-12-14 07:52 pm (UTC)Needed and wanted to keep some physical connection with Jack, as if worried letting too much distance would let something creep in. Push things far apart again, the worry enough that his tail was mostly still under his coat, letting fingers interlace as he let out a breath and a few butterflies crept out of the shadows in his wake.
Them going off to flutter around the lantern near the front of the house, of course. Enough were still around the back.] Yeah.
Easy to... make excuses that it's not real, or something. [Much of a lie as that would be.
His coat was being hung back up on the hooks by the back door, scarf and gloves tucked away as well, only letting go long enough to put it all where it wouldn't fall and what moisture from the snow and cold would dry easily.]