[Iggy's slender fingers push through Matt's hair. His eyes open fully when his hand is squeezed, and he squeezes back.]
My mom kept dried roses in the parlour. [The parlour. That was what his mother insisted on calling the little spare room at the front of the house. Dried roses and incense, the windows blocked by heavy velvet curtains. A round table, but no crystal ball, thank you - they were professionals.]
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[Iggy's slender fingers push through Matt's hair. His eyes open fully when his hand is squeezed, and he squeezes back.]
My mom kept dried roses in the parlour. [The parlour. That was what his mother insisted on calling the little spare room at the front of the house. Dried roses and incense, the windows blocked by heavy velvet curtains. A round table, but no crystal ball, thank you - they were professionals.]
...sweetie, are you okay? The vibes seem off.