[ The wind pulls at her jacket, cool against the heat of the engine beneath them. She listens, the weight of his words settling in—not heavy, but firm, meant to stick. There's no immediate answer. Just the rhythm of the ride, the smooth lean of the bike as they weave through traffic, the city rising and falling around them.
Finally, her voice crackles through the comm, quieter now: ] Tried. Feels like...I take up the wrong space.
[ A strange admission, given how effortless she makes moving through the world seem. But that's just movement, not belonging. Still, there's no defensiveness in her tone. Just that same, quiet honesty she offers only to a few. And, maybe, a small part of her wants to believe him. ]
omg ty so much!
Finally, her voice crackles through the comm, quieter now: ] Tried. Feels like...I take up the wrong space.
[ A strange admission, given how effortless she makes moving through the world seem. But that's just movement, not belonging. Still, there's no defensiveness in her tone. Just that same, quiet honesty she offers only to a few. And, maybe, a small part of her wants to believe him. ]