ridestherider | (no subject)

[ that is why you have me to give you all the snuggles and be un-judgey

because yes it sucks when your good friends leave. a lot of mine have in the past few months :( ]

[Bless you. But when she wakes up she's going to try to sneal out from under his arm anyway.]

[ you realize sneaking just makes him snuggle closer, right? because warm body heat leaving is not cool when one is napping ]

[She'll still try, and be very careful not to accidentally pitch him to the floor, slowly removing his arm.]

[ cracking an eye open and just pressing his cheek to the back of your shoulder ]

You could have just woken me up, you know.

I didn't want to bother you. You seemed pretty peaceful back there.

It wouldn't have been a bother.

[ still snuggling here ]

[Just sighing and turning to face you instead, still looking exhausted.]

It would have woken you up.

[ don't mind if he just reaches up to touch your face and brush your hair back ]

I'm here to keep you company, not take a nap. Also because I missed you.

You didn't have to. And I'm the one who passed out first, I think.

I wanted to.

I was trying to avoid people in general. I'm sorry.

I . . . get that. I do the same thing, and then people yell at me for distancing myself. But I was worried. The only reason I knew you were even still in camp was because your phone would actually connect.

I'm beginning to think I'll always be in Camp.

Some of us might be; it's not impossible.

Some of us want to be. Some of us are better off here, some of us would die if we went home. Not me.

I love my friends here but I hate being stuck here. I can't stay in one place anymore. I don't know how.

[ just listening and snuggling a little closer ]

I don't think anyone likes being stuck here, no matter how much they like being here. I just wish there was something I could do to help you.

I wish I could help me.

[Just hiding in your neck.]

[ ruffling his fingers through your hair ]

We'll figure something out, eventually.

[Saying nothing for a long few moments.]

I sound like a five-year-old.

You sound like someone who doesn't want to be left behind.

[ gently ]

It's already happened more than once, I hate it.

But that sounds like a five-year-old, too.

You're preaching to the choir. If you're a five-year-old, then so am I.

[Just curling up tighter against you, and saying nothing.]

[ wrapping his arm tighter around your waist, just rubbing his palm against your back ]