(Thanks muchly! You're a good partner so I'm happy to RP with you)

Kila petted his head as though Trace was her little brother, or pet. 'So cute!' She thought to herself, he reminded her of a puppy that had those very expressive eyes that they put on through Christian calenders. She chuckled and reached for her bag to write some more, the music had gone to some sex song but she only half heard the lyrics and put the essence of the song into the scene she was writitng. She paused a few times to look over at Trace but mainly did her thing. The quiet of the house and the closeness and warmth of Trace comforted her, which slightly discomforted her at the same time. She was used to being alone as he no doubt was, so having someone so close and in her sanctuary was a big deal to her; she refsued to let him know about her own inner turmoil, so as not to make him feel bad or even think about leaving. Since she considered him a friend being physically affectionate didn't have to be awkward. With that reasoning she continued to write blithely unaware of the hardships that would soon enough shake the fragile bond that they shared.