kvating:
with nearly everything feeling up in the air, even his friendship with adam, he’s looking for solid ground beneath his feet. even more so than he usually is. hoping to avoid the awkwardness, he’s been dodging adam ever since the bonfire. it isn’t as difficult as he thought it’d be, but it feels wrong. reemerging from the cabin of the orion, he hands a soda can off to don in silence. being alone with don is odd; there’s no better way to put it. roman can count on one hand the number of times they’ve been alone since they’ve met. they are perfectly okay friends, it’s just that he’s never sure how much of himself he’s allowed to be around don. it makes him slightly uncomfortable, but he appreciates him — especially lately. rome takes a seat on the bench, outstretching his legs the best he can within the confines of the small space. cracking the tab on his own drink, he takes a sip before tilting the can towards don’s face. “how’s that jaw doing, hot shot?” / @kingscrcwn
they've known each other for years, yet being around rome sometimes still feels like hanging out with a friend he barely knows. don will take the fault for that. he's never made much of an effort to fix it. he loves roman as much as the rest of their ridiculous gang, he does, it's just that circumstance hasn't always been kind to them. there was often something between them; they're always too busy being more attached to other people to give each other the proper space. but it comes and goes in waves, the ever growing and shrinking of don's discomfort around him, and today it isn't so bad. they were on the same side of the fight -- the mess -- that was the bonfire night, so it feels like they have solid ground to stand on. a bonding experience, if you will, getting punched with your bros. careful fingers take the offered soda can and don sinks further down on the seat before he cracks it open, too. "it's fucking killing," he mumbles, taking a gulp of his drink and sighing as he brings it back down. he's a known fan of escaping eye contact in conversations, but this time he turns his face to rome, to assess the other's cheek. "you? at least it hasn't gone full chipmunk. it was... not fun seeing you spit out blood. it looked pretty terrible."










