moonsworn:
“i said, i’m going to step out for a few minutes to call my dad and check on my kids, do you want me to bring you back a coffee? you look like you need it.” he looks completely exhausted, and frankly she’s amazed that he hasn’t just passed out already. “i’m getting myself one, so it’s not like an inconvenience for me, or anything. i can get you pumpkin spice…”
❝ yeah --- yes, sorry. pumpkin spice would be great. ❞ sheepish, dakota smiling as though he wasn’t terribly lost in both thought and the prospect of sleep. he drags a hand through his hair, a halfhearted attempt at making himself presentable. he smiles --- a touch forced, but also somewhat genuine. ❝ --- kids, huh? how old are they? ❞ it’s a nonchalant try at conversation, as well as genuine curiosity. then suddenly, ❝ --- don’t worry, i’ll talk your ears off after the call. ❞











