She leans into the hug, and it feels really weird to not have to curl her shoulders around her tits to really hug him back. "Poison doesn't have to hate it; I hate it enough for everyone in the fucking house." She sighs, dropping her chin onto his shoulder and then adjusting a little so she doesn't choke herself with her own Adam's apple.

"I'm feeling really . . . sturdy," she admits. She leans back, face screwing up in confusion. "And weirdly kinda chill? Do you feel like this all the time?"