They had worked together for a year, started dating a few months ago. She wasn’t clingy per say but she had her moments

Except those moments became more frequent after a particularly intense job, where they both almost died. She technically did for a few minutes, the force of her soul being sucked and ripped from her body.

Now she had nightmares, and won’t leave his side. Occasionally she’ll be fine and independent as long as he’s close nearby but othertimes she can’t handle it, the feeling that they’ll be ripped apart at any given moment.

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Lockwood was sat at the end of the table working while she was sat on the side of the table, the chair next to him. She was supposed to be working, helping, but she couldn’t focus. Her leg was bouncing, and her eyes were flicking back to him every so often