*cleaning the counter in the kitchen*
Gav: what things?
Fil: why is there a witch after you?! Gav: easy there bud, breathe
There isn’t a witch after him. It took me years to learn how to speak for you to only hear half of what I say.
Fil: -sucks in his lips half frustrated half in shame-
Gav: -gives col a soft look for him to calm too then turns to fil- lets all take a breath and calm
*starts picking at and scrubbing a spot on his arm*
Gav: -goes over to col and half grabs half slaps his hand to get him to stop picking- how did this conversation even start?
Fil: dad said its not safe to go out
I said that for a while you dont need to be worrying about us when you go out that you need to be able to focus.












