Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms.

Not being very good at layers as a general rule, she was probably going to suffer this weekend.

Wasn't doing as badly as she could be, at the moment. Fortunately, she had a hell of a lot of candles, and found herself a long sleeved shirt, leggings and an oversized sweater she'd probably stolen from Tony at some point to pull way down over her knees and wrap her arms around as she fiddled with her phone before the batteries died on her.

Give her a minute, and she'd probably be back under her blankets. Weekend, so no one was going to force her to go anywhere. Could have had worse plans to keep her going until she ultimately got bored.

[[Door is closed, occupant cold, post can be open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Cocky and smug about anything and everything. Effy had no doubt the same would be true today. Even while she was still gathering up the lost threads of her concentration, she knew that.

Could picture it all without even lifting her forehead off his shoulder.

Still. She was definitely, definitely not feeling the cold right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At least Alex wasn't trying to get her to see that he was cocky and smug about this? Instead, he was finally shifting back beside her, keeping her tucked against him since she looked...boneless or close to it.

Didn't even try and engage her in conversation. Just let her lay against him and made sure the blanket was still pulled up. See? There were some times when he knew just to shut up.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Times Alex was actually really fucking sensible. Today was one of them. Kind of... nice, to just be able to curl up against him and press the odd idle kiss on whatever she could reach of him without having to move.

There was his appreciation. Got that instead of anything verbal from her. Actions over words.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He could deal with that. He wasn't going to push her into some intensive conversation or strenuous actions. It wasn't like he was going anywhere.

The curling and the cuddling was just fine. Welcomed, even. He kind of had a soft spot for that sort of thing anyway especially with her. So, yeah. Actions over words. He'd just be brushing one hand down her back and staying quiet.

Seemed like the thing to do.