He plummeted next to her like a heavy pulse. The bag on her lap leaned onto his. She waited-ten seconds, until he was settled--off of half of the side of her thigh, and now crumbling her jacket flap in a space between them that was air vacuumed.
"Well just sit on top of me why don't you? Occupy this place, you're used to it--always colonizing whatever space you choose." Running his fingers through his light hair he pressed his lips into a single line. Those who have privilege never have to take the moment to talk if they wish to remain shut.