owlish blinks, mouth gapes open, then shut. touch loosens under prying eyes, lifts to tangle in her hair instead. “ but... ? ” prompts to finish the statement / forget about the prior interaction, even when the smell passes by her, too.
patient until laura lee finds home next to her, lottie sits a moment, then, lets their arm wrap the free cloth around the blonde’s shoulders. hands settle to a fixed, familiar spot; thumb smoothing the wrinkles of a frown. “ what’s wrong? ”
despite all chaos within their newly founded ill natured atmosphere comfort can be found in brown hair and kind eyes —— she finds her way beside the other , trying to find peace despite an aching heart.