bashmurphy:
bash was suppose to be cold, undeterred by anyone disliking him. yet here he is holding his breath for the one person who knows him the most in the world’s reaction to his yes. a rarity occurs upon hearing luca’s word, a smile that reaches bash’s eyes appears. bash doesn’t smile often, though it has become more frequent lately but only around on particular person. there’s a mixture to his emotions, some he can’t quite describe, but the others… he feels like a teenager all over again. it’s bizarre but in the best way possibly and bash melts into the kiss. he seems to do that alot around luca, he smiles, talks, melts away the ice.
leaning back in his desk chair he hums, considering it. he’s sure a couple of bucks on a table sign wouldn’t be too much of a strain. though he’ll only get one for luca, his own name is tossed around enough already. usually in anger. “i’ll look into it.” he gives somewhat of a sad half smile, leaning into the touch luca offers turning his gaze to the desk. his uncle was the only one who ever truly tried to help bash growing up. offered him an escape for the summers, helped him heal after the crash. though he had avoided his uncle since he was eighteen, answering the rare phone call… which the guilt weight him down quite heavily- the loss of him feels as though someone drove a knife into his chest and twisted it. his eyes water momentarily but he blinks it away and shoves the wave of sadness down. there’s no time to be sad, he has work to do. “well, if he lives on within me you’d think he’d give me a damn clue about his filing system.”
Luca laughed, he was only kidding and assumed the other was so he didn’t question Bash saying he was looking into it. He watched as emotions crossed Bash’s face reminding him of changing seasons. Warmth. Coldness. A little hope. A little dark. He didn’t call it out, rather leaving Bash to unfold them with time. One thing he learnt for sure was with Bash everything took a while to unpack, to process, if he was even willing to do so. That first morning was sign of just how scared Bash had been, fleeing and avoiding even though being together made the other feel good. It wasn’t until he was ready to talk that they got that out in the open, that they could process things were changing and each of them came with their own baggage. Bash’s was more present with his hesitations and closed offness whilst Lucas further away with his family troubles ruling his life. Bash’s traumas were recent and harsh whilst Lucas still hadn’t reached their peek or crumbled apart.
“Well what else is in there than a sock?” He had to ask, curiosity making it hard not to. “I know you don’t want me to do it for you but you can always talk to me about it. When or if you want to.” He again gave Bash a way to avoid it, it was his choice and they could do it together if he needed that support. “You know in the time I’ve been in here I’ve never looked for my employee record,” he realizes, looking around the room trying to remember where the files were kept. “I think I should get a gold star on it consider I’m keeping the boss in a particular good mood. I’ve heard things you know, rumours, that people might have even seen you smile out there. They can’t be sure about it, seeing such a rare sight made them second guess if it was real.”










