Elphaba's wiry body twitched in sudden discomfort under the slight weight on top of her squeezing in closer, the closeness becoming increasingly and uncomfortably warm trapped there under Glinda.  Glinda, who seemed to think that everything, even this moment, was exactly as it was back in their days at Shiz, as though she could connect those last moments years ago when she said her goodbyes to the present, sew the two together and patch up the gap in time. There was no way it could be that easy....<br/><br/>That thick artery on Elphaba's neck began to flutter as she pointedly stared at some invisible point in a dark corner, trying not to succumb to the queasy feeling stirring in her guts.<br/><br/>"'Thank you?' For what? Being your pillow?"<br/>Her voice had suddenly became quiet, that self restraint steadily crumbling beneath the comfort and familiarity.