───※ ·❆· ※─── @burntscars : ❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞
maybe they had caught on — the staring — though he hadn’t meant to have ill intent in doing so.
hesitantly, sean tried to avert his eyes elsewhere in a way that made it seem like he hadn’t been looking at them for as long as he thought he did. it had been a tiring day of nothing but working in the weed farm with the group that willingly took him and his little brother, daniel, under their wing, so it’d be a constant state of staring at nothing or at something ( in this case, someone ) until he was called out for it. “sleeping with your eyes open”, cassidy would say. “yeah, i do that too sometimes.”
but perhaps sean had done more than just “fall asleep” as the sight of the stranger’s scars on their face triggered a vision — one where he saw his dad laying on the ground bleeding as flames engulfed him. he’d have these visions every now and then whenever his mind was brought to a point of thinking about his deceased parent. he was glad daniel didn’t witness the aftermath of The Incident, the body of their dad lying lifeless on their front lawn, but sean did, and it was something that he knew he would never forget no matter how hard he tried.
now’s not the time, pendejo.
❛ oh, sorry. ❜
with a hunched body, he apologized, fiddling with the plastic bag of necessities and snacks he bought for him and daniel after getting paid today. he had come with cassidy as a pair as it was standard they would grab stuff they needed in pairs, but she was nowhere to be seen. perhaps still gathering stuff around the store somewhere. now, he was getting a little nervous by the statement that the stranger had brought up to the table, wondering if they had meant his staring and how rude it was to do so or if they had recognized him and were gonna grill him for being fugitives.
he’ll take the embarrassment over getting the cops called on him any day.