@daphneanneblake asked: “shh, freddie.” her hand is raised, catching somewhere between his sweater and his ascot and grasping. the other holds a flashlight aloft, casting a sickly yellow glow across the dark. “did you hear that?”
❝ hard not to, daph. ❞ hush, not so loud. he’s quick to curl his hand around her own, squeezing for the reassurance. the air around them is sticky, plucking the unfortunate cold sweat only that certain kind of humidity can bring. it’s the type of reaction velma would know how to explain, & he finds himself looking around for her just as much as the source of the sound. then, ❝ i think it came from up where the others are; we should go check it out and let them know. ❞