The three of us are hiding in a place. I will not describe the place.
Ava's asleep on my chest. She's tired. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. She wouldn't admit it herself though. Too stubborn and proud.
I'm running my fingers through her hair. It's the colour of red gold. She really is beautiful, not that she agrees with me. I like how she doesn't wear makeup. I never really got makeup, to be honest. I have never seen a single person who looks better with makeup on. Also, it's hard to run your hand over someone's face when there's a layer of crap between you. Hmmm, that's almost poetic. Ava not letting her self-esteem get between us.
A quick explanation of myself while fleeing the hotel. Instinct took over and I tried to reach Revenant speed. Which I obviously can't. My thighs burnt out. They've recovered, thankfully.
I've got a real mental block going here. There's something I want to talk about but I can't remember what it is. Meh, it'll come to me. Back to Ava-holding.