He waits for his answer, fishing his truck keys from his pocket and dangling them from his finger. His eyebrows raise at the boldness in her words.
“I’m sure we can go shopping. I should have spare clothes stashed at the cabin, anyhow.” He waves away his thought before »
Impulsive and reckless (coming from a rich family allowed her to), she lid up a cigarette, speaking with it between her lips.
“No packing. Can’t afford the weight. I’ll just buy new stuff… I just need away from here.” the cigarette smoke came out with her words, she was breathing deep, but impatiently.
📲: yeah but it doesn’t have to be this hard either…
he hates this, every bit of it. hates knowing he can’t do anything to show baxter he loves him so much still.
📲: you .. made this decision.
Oh, that makes him laugh, hand raising to brush through his hair.
📲: Could be both, but I don't know if this.. ankle biter will appreciate your nickname for him.