Aug 24, 2017
muscles in his cheeks stand out against the clench of his jaw, hand tightened into a fist as it rests on his thigh opposite the arm a needle pulls through, methodical, once, twice, thrice. the only thing that hurts more than a bullet’s way in is its way out. graham distracts himself from the unpleasant tug of the thread with a frown at the blossom of red ever drying around the tear in his sleeve. ‘ ——- i’ll buy you a drink if you promise not to stick me with that thing again. ’
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