@bondlost / starter call.
span out breath and heartbeat to buy time. in out, in out, over and over while thoughts race. his head still hurts where he’d been hit. it’s a nasty bruise he doesn’t need to see. he sees enough on sam’s face; himself, what she’s gone though, added up over the hours they’ve been stranded here. ❛ dude you... think he hates us? for not really being there for him? ❜









