“ again , i’m so sorry . ” awkwardly scratching the back of his head , uncomfortable . “ i was supposed to … ” swallowing back his excuse . “ sorry . ” muttered as he stares at his feet .
eyebrows furrowed as she takes the hoodie and tries to clean up. she’s not terribly angry, since it was an accident, but what’s got him all in a rush?
“maybe watch where you’re going next time.”
/ i swear to all things holy that if they don’t have a flashback of wes sitting on his porch looking past his house watching liz play piano, i’m leaving the theater
oh shit , just what he needed . “ i am so sorry , here . ” taking his navy blue hoodie off , bunching it up in his hand and shoving it at her . “ use this to wipe it up . ”
jogging past , on his usual commute to the coffee shop , doing a double take as he passed . lowering himself to the other’s level , voice calm . “ you okay , buddy ? ”