@burstgems ‘when i was a child my nerves ran wild.’ / george + douglas
he’s pulled from his thoughts by douglas’ words and he sighs, looking over at him. it would mostly be an understatement to say that coming here was not in the plans and that he was unhappy about it. but there was nothing else that george saw as an option. at least he knew this place, that was something. “i know they did. and i know they probably are right now. but you trust me, don’t you?” his thumb brushes against the ring adorning his husband’s finger and he smiles lightly. “if you trust me, and i think that you do, you know i’d never do anything to put you in danger. or take you anywhere that that could happen. this... i grew up here. we’re safe here.” he didn’t know that for sure and he’s sure doug would know that but it was something he felt. even if there was absolutely no fucking reason for him to feel such a way because he hadn’t been here in twenty years. how could he know what this place was like now?