| fearcaned. * |
His mouth is dry, palms betraying him with dampness which he tries to wipe away on his jeans. He’s pacing, which stops almost as soon as she walks in the room, and he looks to her, mouth open for a moment, before he closes it, clears his throat. ❝ Are we still i-in love? I m-mean -- do y-you still love m-me? ❞














