<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:12 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Tree Swing</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Obliging a late night request<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Mild frostbite<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kaine<br/><hr/><em>Good. He was starting to feel something other than pain.</em>Marley watched as Kaine slowly started reacting to the cold. It was undeniably human. "Your well being is gift enough," Marley began cautiously, as he started forming his own snowball. To be honest, she had expected him to either become more upset or even angry at her snowballs. She certainly hadn't expected him to be<em>playful</em>. If she had expected<em>that</em>, she would<em>not</em>have started a snowball fight that she was undoubtedly going to lose.<br/><br/><em>His hands were bigger.</em>She knew that intimately. They had been all over her smooth, soft skin before.<em>Fuck. His snowball was perfect.</em>She stepped backwards, turning, but it was no use. His snowball hit the top of her right shoulder. Snow slipped in between her yellow raincoat and her neck, getting in her ear. She opened her mouth at the sensation and tried not to squeal, looking away in the opposite direction. "Kaine!" She scolded, but quickly started making a counter snowball. She hadn't seen Kaine this playful since he came back from the war. She had worried that this part of him<em>had</em>died in the Eclipse, and yet..<em>Here he was.</em>She wanted to hang on to<em>this</em>Kaine for a few more minutes, even if she was freezing. "This exercise was supposed to help you, not provide you with a victory," Marley clarified, as she threw her snowball, then made another and thew it quickly, aiming for his face and his chest again. Her fingers were numb, too.<br/><br/>She wasn't naive. Kaine called it a 'funk', but it was more than that.<em>It was PTSD.</em>It would never truly heal; there would always be symptoms to manage. A snowball fight would help<em>tonight</em>, but tomorrow, and everyday after that... Marley could only hope that her help would be enough for him, and that he wouldn't leave her again. Even then, she had no idea what to do about his nightmares.<em>When she had a nightmare, she tried to feel less alone.</em>But Kaine could be so god damn stubborn, sometimes he was hard to get close too. She threw another snowball at him and darted around the tree for cover, her sneakers sinking into the snow so deep it rose to her knees, engulfing her sweatpants.