🌹🌹🌹🌹 dealer's coice
Sick Zander Sick Zander:
He was so, so cold. He’d been going in and out of sleep, but even when he was awake he wasn’t entirely present. His thoughts kept straying away, he couldn’t focus on anything, he felt dizzy watching Wren’s pacing so he closed his eyes, wishing he could just pass out again.
His thoughts kept going back to things he’d buried, things he didn’t think about for his own good.
















