I'm so absorbed in looking at Blue, trying to find an answer in what she says, that the kettle going off startles me. I have to laugh at myself because we both know that this isn't like me. It's been a long time since I got flustered by someone touching my hair, just brushing it into place. I've always relied on instinct to guide me but I have no instinct for this.
"I don't know what I want," I admit. Except that I want to keep close to Blue. I want to keep our friendship. I want to not be so lost. "But tea would be a good place to start."
I stand up, catching my index finger around Blue's as if that alone can pull her to her feet. "Do you want to borrow some clothes?"
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"I don't know what I want," I admit. Except that I want to keep close to Blue. I want to keep our friendship. I want to not be so lost. "But tea would be a good place to start."
I stand up, catching my index finger around Blue's as if that alone can pull her to her feet. "Do you want to borrow some clothes?"