Zoey can’t help it — the second the video starts playing, the tension in her shoulders cracks. A tiny puff of laughter escapes her, soft but real, the kind that lifts her whole chest for a beat. Leaning closer over the counter to watch the tiger flop down over Jinu like he’s claiming a warm rock, Zoey is thankful for the brief distraction.
"Oh my god… he really is a weighted blanket. That’s… actually adorable. Like, aggressively adorable."
Her smile lingers a moment too long — not because of the video now, but because the warmth of the moment gives her something to hide behind. Something easier than the storm she brought into the kitchen with her.
But that guilty expression doesn’t entirely go away. It flickers back into place as she straightens, rubbing the back of her neck with a soft groan.
"So, uh… okay. I wasn’t gonna, like, word-vomit the second I got in here, but my brain is on maximum loud mode and I cannot do the whole ‘lie in my bed staring at the ceiling' thing tonight."
Or hide under a fortress of blankets, again.
"You ever have one of those nights where your heart is like—"
She lifts both hands trying to figure out what she's trying to say, then freezes when she realizes the bracelets are on display. The yellow. The silver. Both catching the dim light. The silver Rumi might have noticed after her aquarium date with Mystery, where the yellow had been given to her by Ishkode at the concert, and remember the emergency touch up needed for her make-up.
"—like it’s trying to sync to two different songs at the same time? And they’re both… good songs. But you’ll explode if you try to listen to them at once."
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"Oh my god… he really is a weighted blanket. That’s… actually adorable. Like, aggressively adorable."
Her smile lingers a moment too long — not because of the video now, but because the warmth of the moment gives her something to hide behind. Something easier than the storm she brought into the kitchen with her.
But that guilty expression doesn’t entirely go away. It flickers back into place as she straightens, rubbing the back of her neck with a soft groan.
"So, uh… okay. I wasn’t gonna, like, word-vomit the second I got in here, but my brain is on maximum loud mode and I cannot do the whole ‘lie in my bed staring at the ceiling' thing tonight."
Or hide under a fortress of blankets, again.
"You ever have one of those nights where your heart is like—"
She lifts both hands trying to figure out what she's trying to say, then freezes when she realizes the bracelets are on display. The yellow. The silver. Both catching the dim light. The silver Rumi might have noticed after her aquarium date with Mystery, where the yellow had been given to her by Ishkode at the concert, and remember the emergency touch up needed for her make-up.
"—like it’s trying to sync to two different songs at the same time? And they’re both… good songs. But you’ll explode if you try to listen to them at once."