YOU DIDN’T HEAR HIM APPROACH , AT FIRST . the rhythm of the music blaring through your earbuds had snatched your attention long ago . it helps you focus . english was never your strongest suit , but you are trying ( comparing to how far you’ve come since those cold , isolated nights strapped to hospital beds and ridden with a tormented youth , you think that this is more than good enough : it’s perfect , in all of its fractured imperfections ) . his frame shifting into your peripheral is what startles you first , lithe fingers quickly dislodging the device from your ear to offer him a tight - lipped smile . bill denbrough , you recognize him instantly . a few stray curls shroud your vision as you cant your head forward , an open invitation .
“ no . ” you respond easily , gently placing the handmade book mark in between the crease of your text book , closing it with a gentle thump . “ you can stay . ” this subject was not something you could focus on to the extent needed when being graced with company , so your gaze flits across the array of scholarly material tossed atop the library’s table in contemplation . another smile , less restrained this time , manages to peek out from behind a curtain of auburn curls . “ . . . did you want to study together ? ”
@b1lldenbrough : “ did you want to be alone? ”