[It's comforting to stand there pressed against those metal plates. Perhaps not warm and welcoming like a human body, but it doesn't matter to her as much as who's inside.
When he answers, she goes still, and Bryn can't bring herself to look up at his face.]
no subject
When he answers, she goes still, and Bryn can't bring herself to look up at his face.]
No Ratchet...no anyone? Friends?