it, moon shining and illuminating those damn blue eyes until they looked like swimming pools .
ยป look great here, don't i ? ยซ
a joke to deflect , eyes full on turned to look at the blond. studies his face just the same way he did the drawing , with the same intensity.
he hates that room and what it stands for . this performative show
of keeping willow around , as if
his ma ever cared about him when
he was there . makes him mad every time he looks at the hung up pages and knows exactly that willow didn't put those there,
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inside that makes him lift up on arms. he crosses them together.
โ โshouldโve said so. i wouldnโt have bothered you so much. probably canโt stay too long anyway , i have to see whatโs up with your bike.โ
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he remembers the opposite point of view of this , watching willow crammed into the corner of the passenger seat to get a good look at him . sketching, pausing to suck on the rubbery end of his pencil, continuing his scribbles again . radio on medium how he liked
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