Ah, the winter circus ━ another god-damn thing he’d miss out on. He’d been stepping on Parker’s tail all day but there was no alter in his decision ━ the man wouldn’t fuckin’ budge. “Come on, man. I said I was sorry.” Micah’s tone is almost childish and Parker nearly scoffs at his unusual, persistent behavior. “You gotta let me ride Lucy at the winter circus ━ this is bullshit. I’ve done my part as a patron. I’m one of the best acts you’ve got, Mallory-Dwine.”
Flattering yourself won’t change my decision, Walker. Buck up or shut up.
And with that final statement, Parker was floating away from the golden boy, eyes heavy and agitated ━ he wasn’t sure how many more times Micah could god-damn ask.
And the realization that it might take months before Parker lets him back in truly fucks with him ━ hell, it hits him like a shit-ton of bricks.
“Fuck.”
His hands slam down, quick and heavy ━ a vase shatters in the process. He turns, in a whirlwind of embarrassment and aggravation, and continues to mutter obscenities under his breath ━ but then he stops. Glances.
“Hey.”
