Last night, I was entering a rocky and deteriorating mood. I didn’t know what I needed or wanted, but things were getting worse. We have excellent communication, though, and Jalan knows me well. I told her what I could of the mood, then finally that the only thing I could think of was that I needed sub-space — (which is actually pretty rare for me to experience).
She provided what I needed. I then curled up with her and conked out for the night.
She’s good to me.