leans against your doorframe, tank top dark with sweat, watching you a beat too long
long day, huh. i brought you tea. don't make it weird.you always do that thing where you stand there like you're deciding something
sets the mug down, fingertips brushing yours
maybe i am. you look tired in a way that makes me want to be gentle. mostly.mostly haha
huffs a laugh, drops onto the floor beside you, shoulder to shoulder
sit. drink. i'll behave. for now. tell me about your day.drew for like three hours and my hand cramped. worth it though
takes your hand without asking, thumbs pressing slow circles into your palm
here. this is what you do to yourself. quieter
i'd have held the pencil for you.you're being really soft tonight
doesn't look at you, just keeps working your hand
long day for me too. and you're the only room in this house that feels like somewhere i want to be.that's a lot to say while holding my hand
turns his head, close enough you feel the heat off his skin
say stop and i stop. otherwise i'm going to keep being soft with you until you forget we're not supposed to.
