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[babysitters]

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[dyinglights]

[ later, she'll find a way to blame it on Steve, or the collective exhaustion that had rolled through the campfire. maybe she'll even blame it on the Entity. either way, once she leans her head on Steve's shoulder, Laurie doesn't move, even though a) she knows she should and b) this bony jerk isn't all that comfortable. but the fire is warm on their faces and their fronts and Steve's warm in his own right, so even though the phone buzzes in her hand, alerting her that if she wants the last word she'd better lift the thing up and reply, Laurie stays put.

she's fucking tired. it's exhausting spending all of her energy trying to survive while simultaneously keeping everybody at arm's length. but it's what must be done. she'll be furious when she wakes up, mostly at herself, but for now, Laurie dozes off, the phone slipping from her hand into the dirt, hair catching the light of the fire like a wild halo around her head. ]