゚✧ closed, @bluestsdays .
“ i am… so sorry, ” miles apologizes on a whisper, shaking off the snow from his jacket and boots after carefully shutting the door behind him. the house was big, but echoes usually carried entirely too far. although it wasn't much of a consolation, he had texted drew a few hours ago, but a directors perfectionism combined with a historic snow storm delayed his lateness even further than originally expected. the roads were bad enough that part of him was surprised he had made it home. “ tell me you won't quit. ”












