‘ it’s not so impossible. ‘
❝ Yeah —— yeah, I guess you’re right, sorry. ❞
Exhaustion looms within his eyes, lids resting heavy upon Gary’s sea greens. The world rested upon his shoulders, the work load growing difficult with every second that passed. Rehearsing lines for an upcoming play the two entered usually was a breeze in the park ( a theater kid at heart ). School dragged, along with the amount tossed at the Mormon’s way ( homework, volunteer work, scripture reading -- the list continues ). He finds himself fumbling at words he should have memorized yesterday.
Gaze lingers upon the blond who seems displeased by the work before him. Fingertips nest at the back of his neck -- a reflex -- finding the words to properly explain why they’re still on Line 3 Act 2. A smile, nervous, grazes his lips as a rough chuckle vibrates at the back of his throat.
❝ Just been having a bit of a hard time with them. It’s --- It’s a lot and I’m usually reading the script when I’m half asleep. ❞
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