Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
He agrees with her remark, but he doesn’t comment on it – because he’s leaning into her space, slipping his hand into her own, testing it out with a light squeeze that’s reciprocated with her own squeeze in turn. He offers the point of it all, though, and she sees straight through it like he’s made of glass – the question bringing out a bark of a laugh that tries to cover up everything else. “Excuse me, Isla. This is clearly for science.” He rumbles to her with an amused look.
But he tilts his head away from her, peering out into the dark of his borrowed room, raising a brow into the nothingness as he picks his words carefully. “Unless you’d rather it be something else, in which case, I could be convinced.” His head tilts back toward her with a crooked smile, the shadows of prior getting chased away in the light of her distractions and help.
But he tilts his head away from her, peering out into the dark of his borrowed room, raising a brow into the nothingness as he picks his words carefully. “Unless you’d rather it be something else, in which case, I could be convinced.” His head tilts back toward her with a crooked smile, the shadows of prior getting chased away in the light of her distractions and help.
VARUS
