It was easy to listen to him talk, maybe because he really had put in the effort to himself.
She was sitting down, flopped really on the armchair that she’d claimed as hers when he wasn’t in it.
Her hands patted at the fabric, unconsciously mimicking his stimming. -
Night-Spider
"I know." Flash's smile up at Felicia is much more earnest now, a loving things.
"I'd figured it out in the micro. I treat myself good, I stay out of stuff that won't treat me good." He drums his fingers on the armrest of his chair.
"Just tricky trying to take that to a macro level, I guess?"
𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝.
“Self-love, baby. That’s number one. Learn to love yourself, then start looking to love other people.”
