[she reaches out and puts a hand on his, light and easy to shake off. her fingers are cold and shaking a little, that tremble that comes from fear and exhaustion.

jump from the cliff, dear. he's already warm, show him what it is to burn. a flash of red in the corner of her eye. she digs the nails of her other hand hard into her palm.]

This isn't...this isn't us. It's not this bad on its own. Something's happening again. There's not--

[show him, my beautiful sophie. show him show him show him

her nails punch through her skin, and she curls up smaller.]

It's not weakness. We just...we just have to hold on to what's real. Somehow. I can go get your clothes. In a bit.