@painedscissors would’ve been the wrong thing to do before I’d grown into the person I needed to be. For me /and/ for you.”
It’s also a truth she needed to hear. Because Young Beck wasn’t the right person to be in her life.
@painedscissors He makes a face.
“Actually, I think I do. Because I’ve grown up. I’m an adult. And I talk about these things.”
He shrugs his shoulders, as unease settles in them. This conversation would be hard. But… needed to happen anyway, right?
“Honestly, I thought reaching out to—
@painedscissors His words are admitted, as they walk. He hadn’t said such a thing yet, but it was the truth.
And he wanted her to hear it.
Because time didn’t dull his emotions. Not the good ones, anyhow.
@painedscissors “You know I’d follow you anywhere.”
He’d say, and it was entirely the truth. His hands dip into his own pockets, fighting the age old urge to reach out and grab her hand.
“Just so you know, I know you’re not all about feelings and soft shit… but I’ve missed you. Really.” —
@painedscissors He clears his throat, processing her hand in his hair, before she’s pulling her hand away.
He misses the easy touch. The reminder that things are different. Things aren’t the way they used to be.
Their practiced intimacy hidden behind the walls of time.
His boots make a —
@painedscissors He moves from where he’d been leaning against the wall, making his way to the door.
His outfit was… a little different than he’d implied it would be. More relaxed, less leather because he didn’t feel he needed to look so cool anymore.
“Alright, I’m here!” He says as he —