Cynthia melted against him, letting the heat from his body warm the shivers right out of her. Because that’s why she was shaking. She was cold. Of course.<br/><br/>In all the time he had known her, she had never been afraid of the dark. Up until she had met him, she had been a loner. She had filled the silence around her with homework and work and goals and road maps on how to get there. Cynthia was sensible. Even with his influence on her over the years, loosening her up to have spontaneous, or procrastinate on dishes because… dishes, Cynthia still managed to keep a firm handle on everything. Except herself right now.<br/><br/>She didn’t like the way he looked at her. Her fears were utterly irrational, she knew it. He pulled her back to him and she stood stronger against him, she knew that her mind had just played tricks on her. There was no one in the house. It was circuitry. Besides, you don’t -feel- people. You see them.<br/><br/>She ignored the itching need to look back to the ceiling, to the right of the chandelier.   He turned her around, and she let him with no resistance. Her cheeks were flaming red; the fear had come and gone like a ghost, now she was just mortified. She tried to find something to say. But what was there to say? 'Sorry I can’t stop being a nutjob the last few weeks, I want to be the girl you love but dead people keep getting in the way. Please don't leave.' No. She said nothing, because as long as she could keep the facade of everything being normal, he'd stay.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So get your shit together,</span>she chastised.<br/><br/>She flopped into bed, already in sweats from bumming around all day. She had no qualms sleeping in them. In fact, she had no qualms leaving her teeth unbrushed and her face unwashed and going to bed right then and there. She pulled him down with her and turned, so her back pressed into his chest and he could spoon into her.<br/><br/>Forget the date she had proposed, or all the gestures she was trying to align to show she still wanted him there. If she wanted their relationship to restablize again, she was going straight for the good stuff, her fondest moments.  "...Boardgames and booze tomorrow?"