she's felt a shift over the last few days. somewhere between waking with her head on leighton's shoulder and hours spent playing mario kart and leighton running her to the hospital for the appointments to check on her hand. she's felt something about them change just a little, —
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Her mouth opens and closes as she registers Taryn's words into her mind. Over the last couple of days, while they normally do spend a lot of time together, everything feels somewhat domestic with Leighton living under the same roof — sometimes even falling asleep in (&.)
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dreading the response she expects to come. but the one she expects isn't the one that comes.
instead, leighton's words have her mouth going dry as eyes widen slightly. a brief pause, gaze searching leighton in a last effort to confirm that this isn't a pity offer, some —
lips purse as she watches leighton for a moment, considering her words, considering how honest she should be, completely oblivious to leighton's own thoughts.
"no. i should be apologizing. you've been so kind to me the last few days, and i appreciate it so much. i should just —
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Leighton blinks, taken aback by the quick switch up, before she pulls away after unknowingly leaning a lot closer to her. In her mind, she's convinced that she fucked it up.
Taryn is a friend. She shouldn't be acting that way around her friends.
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watching leighton's gaze wander has taryn biting her lip. usually, she doesn't mind having eyes on her, but with leighton it feels so incredibly different. it feels like leighton sees so much more of her than most do and it has her adjusting the shirt, covering just a little —
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A blink. And another one. And another before she finally closes her mouth and swallows the lump on the back of her throat. Her eyes wander down for a second before shaking away any thought, mentally scolding herself in the process.
"You... do?" That /surely/ doesn't (&.)
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feeling is.
tongue darts across her lips before her gaze moves away from leighton, closing her eyes briefly as her functioning fingers grip the mug a little tighter. "i should have asked before i put it on. i'm sorry, i don't know what i was thinking."
another shift, fingers —
"oh, definitely cute. you're less of a mess than i am."
her gaze lingers on hayley's features, noting the flushed cheeks.
"i can get dressed properly if that would make you more comfortable."
hand extends and fingers wiggle in a request for adeline's hand.
she tries not to laugh, she really tries, but she can't stop the soft chuckle that escapes.
"thank you."