Katchoo's arms went around Francine in return. If it wasn't a rule of physics, it should be.
"Always," she got out in a hoarse half-whisper, because this was home, where she was now. This was familiar, finding solace in Francine's arms when she felt so damned broken. And sure, it'd be nice if she didn't have to be broken for this to happen, but still . . . home.
And whatever idiot had said you can't always go home again could bite her. Seriously.
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Date: 2009-10-20 04:47 am (UTC)"Always," she got out in a hoarse half-whisper, because this was home, where she was now. This was familiar, finding solace in Francine's arms when she felt so damned broken. And sure, it'd be nice if she didn't have to be broken for this to happen, but still . . . home.
And whatever idiot had said you can't always go home again could bite her. Seriously.