[ It's not that she really wants to be latching onto Callisto for dear life, but sometimes the spirit of Christmas past (Krampus) decides to mess with all your things just for fun and it results in deep-seated feelings of despair and panic within your chest. And sometimes the only person nearby is someone you still can't tell if you like or find deeply annoying.
Also, it's still miserably freezing, and she's not so proud as to leech whatever body heat she can get off this man. (What else are men good for, really?)
All of this to say that she currently has a death grip on his sleeve, knuckles white with tension, her head leaning against his shoulder while she tries to even out her shallow breathing. ]
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Also, it's still miserably freezing, and she's not so proud as to leech whatever body heat she can get off this man. (What else are men good for, really?)
All of this to say that she currently has a death grip on his sleeve, knuckles white with tension, her head leaning against his shoulder while she tries to even out her shallow breathing. ]
Sorry, just give me a moment—
[ It'll all be fine in a minute. She hopes. ]