Well, that's around men. Need an excuse for you to warm us up. [she can't make out everything that is going on but she knows when he's sitting down. when he's nearby. she moves so she's leaning on her head closer to his, so her voice doesn't have to be quite as loud. more intimate even though they hardly need that. they're alone, she's in his bath, and it's just them. there may be a curtain between them but it feels like not much at all.

she listens to him talk and likes how deep his voice is. in the bathroom, it echoes nicely. she closes her eyes and just listens. until he asks her a question and she hums softly, so close to him, and answers,] It's in a place called Maine. Near a lake and small. But I couldn't really leave it even if I tried. [literally.

she doesn't want anybody to know the name Silent Hill. there are others here and well, being from a place like that, being what she is...people can't know.]

Holidays, though? [she brings it back to him, back to him talking about himself.] Why does that sound like a couple of holidays are a couple of stories?