CONTINUED FROM HEREㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( . . . )
A WISTFUL GRIN WAS PULLING AT BENJI’S LIPS, eyes fond as he watches nico. even after the absolute exhaustion of hosting a house party, he always had the most energy to focus in on his girlfriend: ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe love of his life, ㅤthe angel that stooped to his level. he’s at the point in the night where he can’t even see the disaster left in the house from the party-goers, and he is refusing to acknowledge the fact that there is dried blood at his hairline from some stupid stunt he pulled in the midst of everyoneㅤㅤ [ ㅤㅤ𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢ㅤㅤ ]ㅤㅤ. and then nico was melting into his arms: ㅤslinking around him, pressed up against his chest, his arms looping around her tightly, holding her there as if she could float away if he didn’t. benji presses his cheek against the top of her head, just taking in the moment, taking in her. ㅤㅤhe could not comprehend how he got so lucky. yeah, sure. he had famous friends, he got to travel all over the world, he played with musicians he could never dream of being the same caliber as. . . but he had something none of them could ever have: ㅤㅤㅤㅤNICO TOWNSEND. “ i had a great time, actually, ” benji finally said, turning his head to delicately press his nose against the top of her head. “ did you? i think that’s what matters most. ”