orla gives a nod in response, lifting a hand to motion towards the kitchen. she'll give the two of them time, keep herself busy by making drinks.
addie beams, as brightly as she can, lifting a hand to pat the top of his head. โ don't be a stranger. โ
everything i never want to lose is always lost. this is how it's always been for me. everything worth wanting is lost the moment i obtain it. nothing i pursue is worth the cost of prolonging this life of suffering.