Much Stress

It took me another pounding headache to the senses before, eventually, for once, I decided that my body had indeed taken enough abuse from my poor, rash, debatably suicidal convictions.

Do you wish me to hold you?" asked a rather abashed Ash, constantly squirming her hands about, at a total loss of what to do with them.  "I worry that you will…"

"Well, I'm sure you know I definitely wouldn't mind that," I said out loud,  more air than words leaving with my breath. "So the real question is - can you?"

The lingering faint blush on her face, combined with the fact that I made it all the way to the front door untouched pretty much answered that question for her.

I made it in, shambling, fingers gliding across the walls for support, and the first thing I was greeted with was noise - the familial kind too.