[ yang needs no further prompting. she peels off her jacket and boots, haphazardly throwing them in the direction of the closet, and settles next to blake on the bed. if hearing how upset blake was over the phone twisted her stomach, seeing how badly the conversation with emerald has shaken her is like getting punched square in the chest. gods, she hates this. ]
Asking how you're feeling would be kind of dumb, [ she wraps an arm around her waist to pull blake close and rubs lazy, comforting circles on her thigh with her thumb, ] so I won't. But I'm here as long as you want me to be.
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Asking how you're feeling would be kind of dumb, [ she wraps an arm around her waist to pull blake close and rubs lazy, comforting circles on her thigh with her thumb, ] so I won't. But I'm here as long as you want me to be.