[ Cellar doesn't avoid Theo's eyes now, brows knitted, shoulders slouched, hands between her knees. The weight of his touch is the most comforting gesture she's felt in ages — yes, he holds her, caresses her hair, peppers her with kisses and feels her body with so much affection, but this is different. Like, for a moment, they aren't just Cellar and Theodore. Like this is where they belong. ]

Everyone from back home is always doing that. Hurting each other because they wanna feel powerful.

[ Lying to him again. The they should be a we. ]

You're not like anyone I've met.