there’s a laugh that slips loose、catching every failed attempt to disappear inside that oversized jacket. as if fabric could hide the truth. as if kash hadn't watched every little tell unfold in real time. shoulders lift
there’s a surprised jolt at his hand slipping past the sleeves of his coat right directly to his pulse point. (something about it reels him. even if he could hide his redness、he can’t control the frenzy of his nerves.) ⠀ ⤓
gaze settles squarely against the other's. unwavering. 〝 when you show up lookin' half-dead、i ain't thinkin' pretty. i'm thinkin' there he is. loudmouth's still breathin'、means i don't gotta bury ya' today. 〞 tongue clicks against