She shifted behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder before gently rubbing the wash cloth over the back of his neck. Touch had always helped them, even the simplest touches, and she hoped that was still true. "I'll be in this place one day. I'll miss a couple pills, think I'm okay, then I'll be flying. We take care of each other."
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Date: 2014-07-06 04:47 pm (UTC)