#ch: sabina bobrovskova

[yekaterinadolohova-blog]

@sabina-bobrovskova

“Sit.” 

Katya clicks her tongue sharply against the roof her mouth, but her eyes remained soft.

She pats the comforter. Looks at her best friend with an almost impatient sort of care. She tried not to worry- at least not too openly, not to the point of smothering Sabina. Her job was to be there- when she needed her, Katya would be there. That would never change.

And after this con, after its circumstances- after a fire- her room and door would always be open. 

“Do you see, Sabs? Even Pavel is making room for you”

That is only a half-truth. He was pushed out of the way, gently, with Katya’s leg, but he remains on the edge of the bed, blinking. As eternal as a statue. But still much cuddlier. 

“And you know what a wretched beast he is.” 

[yekaterinadolohova-blog]

TEXT ➞ SABINA

Katya: other khalid thinks he can just get a meeting with you, wherever you are

Katya: says he can help us

Katya: i hope you feel my skepticism from here