[Maybe this was a horrible idea. A seconds tick on, he's more and more sure of it, because this can only make things worse, regardless of the note or not. He doesn't trust himself to handle things anymore, not after last night.
But when the door finally opens, any protest he had dies on his tongue, because the sight that greets him sparks something profoundly painful and fond at the same time. Despite everything, there's a hint of a grin, because even with all the fighting and anger, he can't be angry. That's his hoodie, and if he's being honest, it looks a lot better on James. Maybe he's a bit biased.
But he has to find his voice, and it's still rough when he finally is able to speak.]
I mean...kinda preoccupied yesterday.
[It's such a weak joke, and it rings a little hollow, but he's trying.]
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But when the door finally opens, any protest he had dies on his tongue, because the sight that greets him sparks something profoundly painful and fond at the same time. Despite everything, there's a hint of a grin, because even with all the fighting and anger, he can't be angry. That's his hoodie, and if he's being honest, it looks a lot better on James. Maybe he's a bit biased.
But he has to find his voice, and it's still rough when he finally is able to speak.]
I mean...kinda preoccupied yesterday.
[It's such a weak joke, and it rings a little hollow, but he's trying.]