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Nov. 21st, 2004 04:17 amBernard’s room is cold.
Or maybe it’s just her.
In any case, she can’t stop shivering as she sinks to the floor beside the bed. The marginal composure she’d been maintaining for Aziraphale shatters, and she tells the sleeping barman everything, not really knowing if he can hear, and not caring. She just needs to not be alone. She needs to feel safe.
Needs them to be okay.
The cold seeps into her bones, settles in the pit of her stomach, and she leans her head against the edge of the mattress.
A few inches away, Bernard’s hand clenches the bed linens, but he sleeps on.
Or maybe it’s just her.
In any case, she can’t stop shivering as she sinks to the floor beside the bed. The marginal composure she’d been maintaining for Aziraphale shatters, and she tells the sleeping barman everything, not really knowing if he can hear, and not caring. She just needs to not be alone. She needs to feel safe.
Needs them to be okay.
The cold seeps into her bones, settles in the pit of her stomach, and she leans her head against the edge of the mattress.
A few inches away, Bernard’s hand clenches the bed linens, but he sleeps on.
