[He's wearing an oversized sweater and a pair of pajama pants as he comes to pull the door open for Faith when she arrives. He doesn't wait long to answer it, knowing she's probably a little antsy, and lets it hang behind him, muttering a quiet, single-word greeting--] Hey...
[--as he walks back inside the room, trusting her to close it back behind her. He curls back up at the head of the bed, watching her for a moment. He can't believe she cares so much, sometimes. She refuses to see it (he knows the type), but she wouldn't have answered him so quickly, made a mad dash to get here and check on him, if she didn't. It's the little things that he appreciates so much more than anything else.]
I wish this place didn't make us do such fucked up shit to each other, you know?
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Date: 2020-10-25 05:34 am (UTC)[--as he walks back inside the room, trusting her to close it back behind her. He curls back up at the head of the bed, watching her for a moment. He can't believe she cares so much, sometimes. She refuses to see it (he knows the type), but she wouldn't have answered him so quickly, made a mad dash to get here and check on him, if she didn't. It's the little things that he appreciates so much more than anything else.]
I wish this place didn't make us do such fucked up shit to each other, you know?