// @fiieldloved // a bristle brush thrown into his face is the greeting matt gets when will waltzes into their dorm room, backpack dropped haphazardly onto his bed, the bed springs offering a token squeak in protest. will rattles around in their closet, an explanation thrown out over his shoulder. “ you gotta help me wash the jeep, bro --- it looks like a flock of birds got fucking DIARRHEA while flying over it or something. i can’t drive it like that. ”













