‧˚ ꒰ ⏾ | | | @bledthrus, ⁽ josef ₎ : ░ -> 𝓠. A KISS PLACED OVER THEIR FRESHLY BANDAGED WOUND.
they've been here before; the odd injury here or there, never too severe for the other to manage. so why is wells holding his breath as he tends to josef ? medical tape coiled around his thigh once, twice [ ... ] the air is thick & tense, laboring under the weight of things unsaid. wells tears the end of the pink tape, smoothing it down against the plane of joey's leg with a deliberate tenderness. on their knees before the other boy, caring for his wounds; ( you're glad he called you. you share something deeper than trust, deeper than lust ... wells can't possibly reckon with the feelings accompanying that. ) feelings that shine through in these moments in the form of impulses; what comes over him, he's unwilling to scrutinize [ ... ] wells simply giving in to the urge & leaning forwards to press their lips to the bandage. ❛ ❛ there, ❜ ❜ they murmur, offering josef a sympathetic smile that borders on bashful as he teases; ❛ ❛ i should'a been a doctor, huh ? ❜ ❜