[Allison flops agreeably down to sit beside him, perfectly content to be steered around and deposited by his side.
And, when he agrees that he thinks she's a good person...and maybe, erroneously, agrees he trusts her, it does make her happy in her drunken state.
With a nod and a small, wobbly smile, she sighs...and promptly burrows against his side, arms around his middle, cuddling as close as she can without actually crawling in his lap.
Because he's Tig, and he's safe...and he trusts her.
So maybe Lydia will trust her later...when Allison is less drunk.
It makes perfect sense in the moment as she snuggles her head against his shoulder and lets out a happy little sigh.]
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And, when he agrees that he thinks she's a good person...and maybe, erroneously, agrees he trusts her, it does make her happy in her drunken state.
With a nod and a small, wobbly smile, she sighs...and promptly burrows against his side, arms around his middle, cuddling as close as she can without actually crawling in his lap.
Because he's Tig, and he's safe...and he trusts her.
So maybe Lydia will trust her later...when Allison is less drunk.
It makes perfect sense in the moment as she snuggles her head against his shoulder and lets out a happy little sigh.]