“Hey, hey, hey-Oi.!” Gary catches my wrist between slender fingers as I round the corner into the living room. “Whats wrong?” I sniff, willing myself desperately to pull myself together. “Nothing.” “Im not stupid,” I sense the frown forming between Garys brows as he speaks. “You had a face like a smacked arse in there. How can I help you if you wont tell me what the matter is?” “There's nothing the matter.” Chewing mindlessly on my thumb nail, I reluctantly allow Gary to take a step closer, the gentle yet earnestly discontent hum emerging from his lips as his right eyebrow flickers above the left, prompting me to confined in him. I succumb, sagging against the door frame, head back against the wood as i move my gaze to the ceiling and fix it there, above my head, hoping that maybe the tears brimming at my lids will roll back into my skull. When Gary shifts a little to stand in front of me, i open my mouth. “He likes you so much.” For a moment, Gary doesn’t say...
Because you asked, and I am weak.. ~ A x