FRANCIS.

      _{❛ still a wall there. ❜}

              _{her words soothe a frantic mind, instilling peace that
              would not USUALLY come during such nights. has
              to wonder if he can ever find it in himself to tell her
              how much she manages to help him, keep him calm.
              even nods at the offer, shifting gaze onto window,
              where curtains remain SHUT. dares not to open them
              at night ( it could let the monsters in! )}

      _{❛ i mean… yeah, it’d be cool. it’ll be nice to
        see it with somebody else for once. ❜}

      “Thin wall, huh??”

            He’s not a talented liar- their Brother having
            been gifted the silver tongue; it’s like reading
            an open book at times, rationality never
            fading from her mind. Monsters aren’t real-
            but that doesn’t mean the dark isn’t scary.
            Smile lighting up the shadow fogged room,
            bony fingers gesture wildly to one of his many
            pillows ( assuming he won’t miss one!! ); already
            shuffling under cotton sheets.

       “Gimme that!!! If we’re going to be here
        all night, I want some cover!!!”