... steven does not know how to hold his body around her ( he is the cloying recoil of spring shoulders, the awkward twist of a body that had grown against the sun ... this soil is unkempt and unready for both of them to grow, so steven must bow his flower head ). ‘ i didn’t know you’d be coming here today. ’ a clearing of the throat, a question where there isn’t one : why are you here? his politeness has always been manufactured, a tired weight against his body ( do not snap, steven ). ‘ i should get us something to drink ... speaking of, you haven’t talked to luke lately, have you? ’ @horrorangels
