Singing the Body Electric

Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game! Folks who don't want to make their own posts are very welcome to share their snippets here.

From "Blessing the Bed" (Our Flag Means Death, Frenchie/Izzy, a getting-together fic set during s2):

Maybe [Frenchie] was luckier than most. He'd had a mother for a while, and a grandmother, and women in the house who he'd called his aunties. He remembered what it was like to have a place to go when you were sick, or sad, or sleepy. Somewhere the shape of you was held waiting at their hip, where you could lean while they worked or rested. Somewhere you'd be warm and safe for a bit, maybe even with something to eat if they had anything to spare.

No one could say that wasn't love.