MoM IC Contact: TAKE TWO

[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

[If you want to find his previous inbox - it hit captcha! - please go HERE.]

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TWO HUG TAGS IN ONE EVENING!!!

[khajidont]

You're ridiculous, [ he says, but it's fond, awe-struck in a way, something you say to someone who so stridently defies definition or expectation. Jaime doesn't think he's met anyone who fits that more than Ruka does.

Ridiculous. And the real shame of it is that nobody knows it. Or maybe a few people know it - but not enough. It makes him yearn for family, and for old friends. You'll never believe this girl I met, he'd tell them. And then they'd meet her, and maybe they wouldn't believe him, thinking him addled by some pretty girl. But they'd realize he was right, in the end.

Hopefully he'll be able to tell his friends here about that soon. Except for instead of you'll never believe this girl I met, it'll be the much less glamorous, yeah, you're right, I'm a big dumb idiot.

It probably won't surprise her that he goes straight for the hug, palm flat against her back, chin resting on her shoulder as he says, ] Yes. It was worth the interruption.

hugbugs....

[dragony]

[ He's warm.

That's the thought that manages to register as he folds her into embrace. She could trace the outline of his hand on her back from memory by the burn of it, even through fabric, and where his arm leans against her ribs; she can feel the weight of his chin on her, but she can feel the distance between his cheek and hers just from the temperature, the negligent pressure and movement of air. She's too sensitive in a lot of ways, hyper-aware of herself and her surroundings, constantly receiving input from seemingly everyone and everything around her. Details cling, and hurts linger — but she's sensitive to this kind of thing, too.

A lot of their friendship has been confined to twilight places, offering shelter in a deluge of hurt. Holding hands like holding breath against high waves. Hugs less like affection and more like locking arms around the trunk of a tree and praying for the winds to pass. This isn't that. It's softer, calmer, more comfortable; it's easy, in a way so few things are. Easy, now, to let herself reciprocate. Easy to put her arms around his shoulders with that same deliberation as her play with BB had gone; easy to pull Jaime in closer, a little tighter, making warmth a complete circle for them both.

She's too sensitive, and she thinks too much, but for all that her thoughts and her heart can race on at a moment's notice, but for all that she can feel the way her thoughts stutter and her heart drum a little louder in her chest, there's no hesitation to returning the hug. ]

Good, [ she murmurs, quiet; even his mood is so bright and warm it feels like there's a little star burning away in his chest. A hidden sun. ] I'm glad you like it.

[ ... And maybe if she hides her face against his neck he won't notice how red her face has gotten. ]