@ncrvouswreck liked for a starter!
Pierre was never sure what to do when someone else is in distress.
He’s a mess, he knew, strings tangled into thousands of different knots that he always said he’ll undo but never seemed to be able to figure out. It both repulsed and evoked in him a sense of near overwhelming empathy. He both feared and needed vulnerability, felt, stirring uncomfortably within him, the hesitation and adrenaline that reminds him dreadfully that he was alive.
Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, tugging at the hem of his jacket.
“Miss? Are you alright?”









