it’s a rarity that he’s actually left his house - in fact, it’s a rarity that he has time to himself for once, to spend it however he chooses; and he certainly didn’t choose to spend it like this. he roles his eyes at dakota, placing his hands within his pockets, “ i just got away from a bunch of stopy teenagers, i don’t need you to be one either. “ he shoots back quickly. he’s tired - exhausted even. the long hours are draining him, that much is obvious.













