DaManofWar
Hans Assman
Osto was at first relieved when Jessie groaned, taking it as a sign that she was alright, but then was taken aback when she pulled herself closer to him. He wasn't sure why she did it at first. He carefully thought about what to do, then made his decision. He simply tightened his grip on her, wrapping his arms around her body like a shield, and let her head rest on his chest. He stood up, holding her just as tightly, and began looking for somewhere he could sit down with her. He couldn't go back to either of their rooms. Jessie needed privacy. Then he had an idea. A large couch was sitting just across from where he was. He winced suddenly. He could still feel all his memories, all flowing around like an ocean. It was hard to concentrate with them. Instead, he tried to keep his mind as clear as possible, shoving the memories he had regained to the back of his mind. He needed to focus on Jessie.
He carefully walked over to the couch, and sat himself down on it. He didn't see anyone else in the library thankfully. At least she won't be disturbed... he thought, as he started to lie her down on the couch. Then he stopped. She had pulled herself closer to him for a reason. He didn't know what, but he knew she needed him. So, he laid himself down beside her. He pulled her close to him, pressing himself against her. His arms were still wrapped around her.
He carefully walked over to the couch, and sat himself down on it. He didn't see anyone else in the library thankfully. At least she won't be disturbed... he thought, as he started to lie her down on the couch. Then he stopped. She had pulled herself closer to him for a reason. He didn't know what, but he knew she needed him. So, he laid himself down beside her. He pulled her close to him, pressing himself against her. His arms were still wrapped around her.