Permission. Derrica takes it for what it is: a gift.
And maybe she could press Ellie tonight, try to draw a little more poison from her so the pain behind it might be less. But it's been a difficult conversation, maybe more than Ellie had bargained for when she arrived. So—
"Not tonight," she stipulates. "We should walk down to the kitchen and get something to eat, and talk about something else. Please."
Ellie presses the breath out of her lungs and tries not be relieved, because it feels cowardly. But she can't help but be fine with being out of the hot seat for tonight.
She presses her forehead briefly to Derrica's shoulder to hide her smile, and nods against her.
"Don't have to ask me twice."
When she gets to her feet, she offers Derrica her hand first, and tries not to act like that's new, when she doesn't let go.
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Permission. Derrica takes it for what it is: a gift.
And maybe she could press Ellie tonight, try to draw a little more poison from her so the pain behind it might be less. But it's been a difficult conversation, maybe more than Ellie had bargained for when she arrived. So—
"Not tonight," she stipulates. "We should walk down to the kitchen and get something to eat, and talk about something else. Please."
Y! <3
She presses her forehead briefly to Derrica's shoulder to hide her smile, and nods against her.
"Don't have to ask me twice."
When she gets to her feet, she offers Derrica her hand first, and tries not to act like that's new, when she doesn't let go.