β both . β
standing up right and nudging
his shoulder a little before gently
stealing his hand and tugging him
over to the couch before plopping
down against it .
β Theyβll go away the day I
sleep more than two consecutive
hours I think . β
β
" what- what part ? the mean
thing or that you look tired ? "
shit did he say something wrong .
" if youβre not tired then maybe
iβm still getting used to the
bags . . . under your eyes . "
β
" thatβs a little mean- "
heβs not disagreeing β bob just puts the
last few dishes up to dry and drying his
hands , turning back to face walker .
" you look tired . . . "
he leaned forward against
the back of his head for
just a moment before gently
squeezing again and moving
beside him .
β mm . terrible , listening to
her talk is like nails to a chalk
board . β
β
" hm ?- oh yeah iβm nearly
finished though β how was
the meeting with valentina ? "
he wonβt lie , the sudden hands on
his shoulder gave him a little fright .
https://t.co/lncSurP2J4
β
blackmailing museβs with suicide in a group chat, and forcing the concept of your muse and someone elseβs having sex + pregnancyβ¦
Then being rude for no reason at all.
YIKES- letβs not do that from now on, it made everyone uncomfortable.
his lips fall in a flat line ,
arms folded and moving
to lean against the door way .
β Damn canβt even look at
me either β β his tone is
light hearted , even amused ,
he just sucked at timing , β iβm
fucking with you β itβs fine .
appreciate it though . saying it . β
she can't bring herself to meet his gaze, staring at his knees as she shifts foot to foot.
she doesn't really do this.
barely audible, she whispers, "i'm sorry."