&. | gcholdtrops:
‹ ❀ › — ❝ y… yeah. ❞ the woman verified that he had spoken out her name correctly, fingers still fiddling with one another at her knees. despite his soft and nice features, there was still worry and doubt in everything the male did — at least through her hazel hues. ❝ a little– ❞ swallowing when he suddenly handed over his jacket, not sure whether to accept it or not. at first, she gazed questioningly over towards him, before nimble fingers reached out and then covered her smaller body with it, teeth wrapping around her bottom lip. ❝ w-why are you … helping me? ❞ the goddess asked out quietly, instinctively snuggling into the male’s jacket, finding warmth in it.
“It’s just, you know . . ,” his shoulders gave away a nonchalant shrug and he’s left pondering what to answer her with. “I— I, uh,” his fingers skirted along the lines of his jeans; it was a p l e a s a n t distraction to ease the jitters. He was still gathering his thoughts for an answer, rejecting any that went along the lines of “you look like you need it” because what if it scared her away? Then, all his effort would just be meaningless AND it’d leave her in an even more vulnerable state. Trevor will not allow that to happen. “No one deserves to be alone out here. I saw you sitting there and well,” there’s a little voice in his head that’s saying his explanation sounded RIDICULOUS. “— . . it wouldn’t be right to just ignore you. when I can do something about it. Even if it’s only for a little bit,” the model purposely ignored her gaze. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay. That you ARE okay.”
