‍ ‍ ‍ᯓ 𝚅𝙾𝚃𝙴 ‍𝙵𝙾𝚁 ‍𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚃𝚃 ᝰ‧₊ ᵎᵎ

but no one else can see the preservation of the martyr in me.

clearly. you have a preference of sick soups? i’m a chicken and wild rice, myself.

flirt.

anything else before she makes her way over?

closing the door after her, orbes falling over his silhouette wrapped in blanket. “ are you on the edge of death ? ”, words lost in a chuckle, claire is making herself comfortable——leaving her shoes and coat in the entrance, walking ﹠﹠

he need soup?

exactly an hour later, claire is softly knocking and swinging the door open, eyes wandering around the apartment to find him. “ it’s me. ”

he should rest, she’s here in an hour.

if it’s asked so nicely, she’s on her way.

does he need anything ?

📲 : do you wanna come over and watch a rom-com? 📲 : you can kiss me now.

📲 : what stage did you think we were at? 📲 : you too. cute worm or whatever