#my urge to write sol/tam was off the charts i could not resist

[hirokiyuu]

Things you said when I was crying

Do a ship of your choice haha...

"Sol?"

Tammy feels a little guilty, with how hard Sol startles; it's clear she hadn't heard Tammy's footsteps at all. In fairness, her hiding spot is quite tucked away: the space between Engineering and the wall is barely big enough for her to crouch between, well enough away that anyone else wouldn't have been able to hear her tiny, muffled sobs.

Their eyes meet and Sol immediately starts wiping at her face. "Oh, jeez, Tams, sorry. I, uh...."

"Are you... alright?"

It's a silly question with an obvious answer, but it's the only one Tammy can think to ask. Sol just sort of grins up at her in return, a slapdash expression that somehow only serves to highlight the misery on her face. "Not really."

"Oh," says Tammy. Do you want me to leave you alone? almost comes tripping out of her mouth next, but... she's not sure, suddenly, that Sol would answer that with anything other than a yes, no matter her real answer. "Would you like me to sit with you?"

Sol's mouth opens, then closes. "Yeah," she says, finally, voice so quiet Tammy nearly can't hear. "I mean, if you're not too busy."

"I'm never too busy for you."

Which is true, but she hadn't actually meant to say it like that, so obvious she might've just written I LIKE YOU! on the holonet and posted it for everyone to see. Still, at her words Sol's smile shifts into something a bit more natural. "Jeez, Tams, you're so...." She shakes her head. "Then yeah. Sit with me?"

Tammy does. She has to wedge herself in there to fit next to Sol, and when she does it leaves their bodies touching at the elbows, shoulders, knees, hips. Sol, she can't help but notice, is very warm. They sit there quietly for a little while, Tammy careful to bite her tongue. So close all she can hear is the whistle of Sol's breathing, the sound of fabric shifting whenever she moves just so.

And then --

She can't help her jump, when Sol's head rests on her shoulder. "Sorry," says Sol, already starting to pull away. "I should've--"

"No, no!" She can't look over, certain her face is pink from top to bottom. "No, it's... you just surprised me! It's fine. It's... it was nice."

"Oh."

Again, Sol's head settles slowly onto her shoulder. It is nice. Tammy lets herself list a little sideways, until her own head is pressed against Sol's, and like that they sit, warm together in the snow.