[ Andy lets Emily say and do what she needs to. Under different circumstances, maybe she'd argue against the apology — it's not as if she didn't choose this. She could've walked away any number of times. Their ugly fight would have been enough of an excuse. But instead, here she is, back in Emily's apartment again. She toes her boots off at the door, shrugging her jacket off and hanging it up before coming to join the other woman on the floor.
For a moment or two, she just lets the space and the quiet exist between them. Then, finally, she sinks down on the pillows too, feeling her own tiredness creep up on her. She lays at Emily's back, shifting just a little so that her forehead just barely presses between Emily's shoulder blades.
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For a moment or two, she just lets the space and the quiet exist between them. Then, finally, she sinks down on the pillows too, feeling her own tiredness creep up on her. She lays at Emily's back, shifting just a little so that her forehead just barely presses between Emily's shoulder blades.
Finally, quietly: ]
Let me hold you?