@fclt !
––––––––IT WAS ANOTHER argument. they couldn’t seem to find footing between the two to the point where when things got remotely intimate they weren’t arguing. he heavily sighed when he knew it would start, fingers pulling at his hair already. ‘ what do you want from me, kit ? i’m trying, jesus fucking christ. i’m trying my best, i’ve done everything i can to figure this out, to not scare you away, for this to be okay. what else do you want me to do ? ’ it comes out snappier and harsher than he intends to, leaving him to take a step back.







