It’s way too hot. // @mooncalender
bob wipes at his forehead with the bottom hem of his t-shirt. nat’s observation is not only current, but a slight understatement to the blistering, oppressive heat. it’s too hot to waste the energy in verabally agreeing with her, instead he dips his head in a slight nod. then, still wordlessly, he passes his water bottle to her. years ago, the move would’ve grossed him out, but time has eased that discomfort away. he’s still quiet, a little reserved, prefers to keep his shirt on when others have shed theirs due to the heat, but it’s a change all the same. “i bet bagman wouldn’t be sweating,” he finally ventures.










