Clint Bi-ton

hold  him  gently  in  your  hands.  he  has  been  cracked  enough  as  it  is,  and  his  heart  is  more  shattered  than  he  lets  on.

She pauses mid pour to smirk at him. "I might let you."

"Oh yeah.. until the city burns down." She gives a soft laugh before slipping off his back in favour of pouring them some wine.

And she's just along for the ride. A little Nadia backpack. "Well at least we have the night off."

"Long life." She grumbles, letting him take her weight.

Hes good to her. Now she's climbing onto his back.

...both. to be safe.

A short nod. Something with cheese..

Grumble grumble.

Curled up in a ball.

. . .a little.

it’s. . .a little dented.

it better be wrapped.

hey, so are any of those science guys free to fix a car or something?