forum Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible

Started July 09, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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Rosaline clocked his nod before looking down at her hand. She distracted herself by dutifully observing her fingernails, trying to not think about where her mind automatically went at any sort of mention of drugs. It made her stomach twist, just as it had when she first heard the news.

Shit, she needed to get herself under control. Stop from spiraling, or she would have another panic attack. And two in such a short span of time would make her entirely useless. Rosaline didn't want that.

She looked back up as he spoke again. "Thank you," she replied thickly. There was something hiding in her voice, but before he had too much time to question what that was, Rosaline was pushing herself to her feet and walking back to the kitchen. It couldn't be said if she'd either forgotten or was ignoring the fact that she still had one question.

"What sort of food do you like?" she called over her shoulder.

Horst saw the way Rosaline looked away. There was something definitely bothering her, and it was connected to drugs. He’d have to keep an eye on that. For now though, he didn’t react to the discovery. He didn’t want to upset her more.

He nodded at her thanks, then paused, wondering exactly why she was thanking him. There was more to it. What was it?

Rosaline got up before he could ask though. Horst suppressed a sigh and watched her go. He hadn’t even thought of Rosaline’s next question. He was so used to Eau Claire or one of the others in his group cooking that he hadn’t considered Rosaline would ask.

“Honestly, I’m not real particular when it comes to food. Make what you want. I won’t complain,”he answered.