[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/r5MA4gk.png[/img][h3][sup]━━━[color=9d78bd]❝[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRinzjIxEJ4][color=white]ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ[/color][/url] [color=9d78bd]❞[/color]━━━[/sup][/h3][/center]There was no doubt that Silvia was still concerned over Remy, even as she used the heel of her shoe to soften the closing of the room’s door behind her with the wry smile that was so commonly on her face when it came to Remington Beauford. Crossing the space of the room with a few even strides, Silvia placed the bag of personal items she’d brought for her dearest, darlingest friend on the chair just out of reach from the bed. It wasn’t much, the items within it a fairly random assortment. Three items he'd left in recent visits (she still didn't know exactly what the buttons on one of them did), an insulated thermos she didn't remember buying, a tablet, and whatever she could get to accommodate Remington's request for beer from her own fridge. "Ice cream stand", the pale blue can read beneath the brewery's logo.

[color=B592D2]“Wow, and you never introduced the other parent to me? I’m wounded,”[/color] Silvia said with a tone between sarcastic and playful. Despite her usual demeanor, warmth found its way into the woman’s cosmic eyes as she tapped the side of the bag with the tip of her finger. Though muffled, a particular metallic [i]ping[/i] came as a telltale report of the not-so-authorized beverage in the satchel of offerings. [color=B592D2]“But should you really be asking for this in your condition? You have to think of the baby.”[/color]

Something familiar lifted the pressure that had been building in Silvia’s chest as she allowed herself to indulge in a life only half a step away from her identity as Amaris. For all the headaches he might cause her, Remington’s presence was always a relief. Only a few moments, and the conflagration she’d been keeping in check was smothered by a heavy blanket. Present—[i]it was always present[/i]—but too weak to compel her. 

Behind the chuckle and exasperated shake of her head, Silvia couldn’t help but wonder if she relied too much on her friend.

[color=B592D2]“You’re not in here for something serious, are you?”[/color] A pause. One hand gently pinched the bag's opening shut with two fingers and angled it away from Remington with a slight lean in a fluid motion. [color=B592D2]“I’m not handing anything over until you answer, by the way.”[/color]