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it hurt to pull away, felt like yet another tear to his heart. but he didn’t require intuition to pick up on body language. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. ❛ we didn’t I just needed - ❜ stepping back, he leaned on the balls of his feet, fingers running through unruly curls & light browns looked deeply into hers. with almost a look of pure disbelief, the hurt in his eyes evident. ❛ w-wanted to see you. but um, you . .don’t want me here, do you, andy ? ❜ he could take the hint, but he needed to hear it from 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.
arms crossing and spine STRAIGHTENING. you swallow down that uh-oh feeling in the pit of your stomach. you FROWN, eyes lowly lidded and heart suddenly HEAVY. your DEVOTION to charlie only stretching that far before he lets you go once more and it SNAPS back in place--- limp & alone.
he’s looking at you like a KICKED PUPPY too and you blink--- slow and regretful. only CHARLIE could do that to you. your hands make the BEGRUDGING move to squeeze his BICEPS before CRUSHING him into an AGGRAVATED embrace. ‘ i always want you here. ‘ andy grumbles into the confines of his shoulder, ‘ it’s just . . . i would be HAPPIER to see you if you weren’t on your way over from SPENCER’S all the time. ‘
