Alfred wrapped his arms around her as she moved into him, holding her tight. It was a protective posture, but it wasn't as though there was anything out there in the world that could hurt them right now. Rather, he was holding her so tightly because he had the impression that if he let go she might fall apart, pieces of her scattering on the ground and blowing away in the wind. He wanted her to feel like herself, too, because it was all bound up together — he didn't think he could feel any better if she didn't.
"How did we get here?" he asked softly. Had she gone off the path first and called for him to follow, or was this his fault? Not that it mattered much, but he had the vague sense that maybe if he knew what had happened in the first place he might be able to piece together how to make their way back.
"How did we get here?" he asked softly. Had she gone off the path first and called for him to follow, or was this his fault? Not that it mattered much, but he had the vague sense that maybe if he knew what had happened in the first place he might be able to piece together how to make their way back.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER