said i was the best simultaneously the worst
“Yeah.” Thorn hums, before his hand is descending into the wild waves of his hair, fingers getting lost in the poofiness of it. “I know enough t’hold my own, but.” He shrugs, both shoulders rising and falling before he nods silently – happy, somewhere deep in him he can’t quite see right now, that it had helped her at least a little bit. He might still be upset, but she is still his friend, even if it feels like they still have some growing pains.
She grows quiet though and his hand falls from his hair to drop back to his knees, keeping his gaze on his hands and the vine tattoos that wrap around his wrists so he doesn’t have to look at her as she explains and decidedly doesn’t look at him either. It’s sad in a way, that there’s a sort of hazard and guard against being honest with ones feelings, but it’s a shield that both of them share.
“I coulda helped. You’re my friend, Colt, I’m not just gonna get tired of ya because you’re goin’ through shit. Frey knows if the roles were reversed, you’d be sure I’d be gettin’ sick of ya with how much you’d be tryin’ to help and just hang out. ‘Sides, I’m grown enough to tell ya if I’m fuckin’ tired of it.” He trails off, shaking his head and reaching up with both hands to rub at his face before he exhales a slow sigh. “I’m not, for the record. Tired of ya.”
She grows quiet though and his hand falls from his hair to drop back to his knees, keeping his gaze on his hands and the vine tattoos that wrap around his wrists so he doesn’t have to look at her as she explains and decidedly doesn’t look at him either. It’s sad in a way, that there’s a sort of hazard and guard against being honest with ones feelings, but it’s a shield that both of them share.
“I coulda helped. You’re my friend, Colt, I’m not just gonna get tired of ya because you’re goin’ through shit. Frey knows if the roles were reversed, you’d be sure I’d be gettin’ sick of ya with how much you’d be tryin’ to help and just hang out. ‘Sides, I’m grown enough to tell ya if I’m fuckin’ tired of it.” He trails off, shaking his head and reaching up with both hands to rub at his face before he exhales a slow sigh. “I’m not, for the record. Tired of ya.”
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
