( @lanajvmeson )
“Sorry it’s fucking - late,” they said once Lana’s door had opened, present shoddily wrapped and tucked beneath their arm - carefully, still, “Been busy.” A halfhearted shrug of their shoulders, forcibly relaxed though they’d been anything but. “Can I come in or am I fucking ... barred from the premises? Can just - leave it here. Don’t even gotta fucking touch me - can just, set it down and take five steps back. Don’t have to open it in front of me, or anything, either. Just a - fucking, delivery, really.”










