bitter laughter leaves lips, hand coming up to run through hair. he’s not sure why he’s mad - there’s nothing to be mad about. the other was free to do as they pleased yet there was still something that ticked him off about the way he’d found them on someone else’s lap. “it’s a shared space. shared. do that shit where i can’t see it. i don’t want to see it. might as well have swallowed them with the way you were going at them.” / @marblecoven














