And Ты couldn’t get out.
So Ты just cried. Ты couldn’t do anything else.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask Ты something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down Далее to Ты on the bed.
“I’m just… Tired.” Is all Ты could say
“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.
“What are Ты doing?” Ты sniffle.
“Giving Ты a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make Ты feel better.”
“Thanks,” Ты manage to smile.
