𝐖 𝐀 𝐋 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 .

⠀ 𖤐 ❛ 𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 . . . ⠀

⠀ " what- what part ? the mean thing or that you look tired ? " shit did he say something wrong . " if you’re not tired then maybe i’m still getting used to the bags . . . under your eyes . "

⠀ " that’s a little mean- " he’s not disagreeing — bob just puts the last few dishes up to dry and drying his hands , turning back to face walker . " you look tired . . . "

⠀ " hm ?- oh yeah i’m nearly finished though — how was the meeting with valentina ? " he won’t lie , the sudden hands on his shoulder gave him a little fright .

⠀ he’s too busy scrubbing dishes , unable to notice the man behind him .

girl dinner

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."