Now does have its charms, true. It isn't often she gets to be the strong one cradling him like this. It's an interesting role-reversal for them. She doesn't love the circumstances that brought them to it, but she loves being able to comfort him.

Puppies can still apply for physical affections, though, right?

Ver holds him close but not tight once they're settled. She's already arranged the route with the cabbie; a longer one than usual, but a gentler one with slower traffic. Ver's wearing the perfume they made, and her clothes are soft blends of silk and cotton. She tilts her head to lay her cheek against his hair, watching the scenery pass through half-closed eyes.

A day spent entirely with him would be a treasure. Right now she's concerned with his present comfort. He should know by now that she doesn't sing, but she can hum a meandering tune. It's something for him to focus on, close and soft and familiar. Better than getting lost in the sounds of life outside their bubble of safety.

"I love you," she interjects from time to time, sing-saying the words. It's as close to singing as she comes.