* ⋆ @screwcool ✩
❝ NANCY. ❞ cornered in the kitchen upon her return. he’d been pacing back and forth in the kitchen, fidgeting in the doorway awaiting her arrival. he stares, skin moon - pale, eyes wide with fright. ❝ um — i need to talk to you. ❞ the chaos that riddled the wheeler home had long ago settled ; the leftovers of thanksgiving tucked in tupper - ware and stored in the fridge. the monstrous happenings of the days’ noon cycling through his mind, unable to slow the serpentine pathways of thought. ❝ — like right now ! ❞ he says urgently, voice hushed to something akin to a whisper.