by itself, he’s thrilled.
Turns out the skinny man speaks English, he just can’t swim, that’s all.
“I’m Erwin.” There it is, his winning smile invites this guy to carry on with the chat.
“Blimey!”
The tiny one can actually talk?!
You can hear how Erwin’s sip goes down his throat, yet in the end it fails, and oh my—
Yeah, pomegranate liquid drips from the corner of his mouth, it’s so embarrassing! One cannot drink in peace because that’s the exact moment—
the other one shall start to interact. How lovely!
“I’m sorry, my apologies—” Wait! No time for games. He reaches out for a napkin, Italian linen graces his skin, this ain’t as bad as it looks!
For once, Erwin doesn’t know what to say. Although, the shimmer in his eyes speaks—
petite man with extreme worry on his face —hence the “v” between his eyebrows.— Now, he’s just hopeful.
This fella will eventually speak, right?
Right?
Stares at @staerkster_mann for the eleventh time of the day.
Sure, I mean, it would be great if the guy could speak, but can Erwin do? Trauma can be real harsh on people.
He exhales, and it’s louder than he thought it’d be.
The first couple of hours, he just looked at the—
i love you so much i wanna go grocery shopping together and do our taxes together and do our skincare together and hang our laundry together and meal prep together and decorate our house together and go on long walks together
of course i’ll hurt you. of course you’ll hurt me. we will hurt each other. but this is the very condition of existence. to become spring means accepting the risk of winter. to become presence means accepting the risk of absence.