cont. from here. ⤷ brooke thompson + kyle spencer. / @camprep
kyle couldn’t sleep either. ever since being stitched back together and being brought back to life with body parts that weren’t yours , he had a hard time going to sleep. at least... by himself. things didn’t make sense anymore and he hated looking at himself in the mirror because he felt like he wasn’t looking AT HIMSELF. it was someone else’s hands , someone else’s chest , someone else’s shoulders... the only thing he had left that was his was his head and even that wasn’t working correctly. but one thing he knew was that he could go to brooke for comfort. zoe had been busy and all madison wanted to do was suck his dick. brooke understood him on a level he needed. he had went to her room just to bathe in her presence but upon entering , he sees a distraught brooke. someone he knew to be strong , always. but not right now. his first instinct was to place his hand upon her shoulder , to touch her. to make her feel like she wasn’t alone. he didn’t know why she was upset and he didn’t know how to ask her either — words didn’t come easy for him after the accident. but he listened to her and felt like she needed someone to be by her side , to make her feel like she was safe. he took it upon himself to sit on the edge of her bed , his face still straight as an arrow , and placed both his hands on her knee as a sign of reassurance. he wanted to so badly ask what was wrong but it was like his tongue and his mind weren’t connected , that there was a missing outlet somewhere between. instead he scooted closer and canted his head questioningly.