“SO, I’VE BEEN THINKING,” the words were spoken sullenly, though pheonix’s expression remained unresponsive. he was stoic, it was one of his greater qualities -- allowing him his previous work as an escort. he was able to put on a smile and talk his way through most instances, but whenever around thomas, his facade was wiped completely. instead, replaced with a blank slate, difficult to decipher. pheonix thumbed at the upper corner of the newspaper on the kitchen table in front of him, his untouched tea cooling, steam beginning to slow. he had a pen nearby, ready to work at the crossword as he did every usual morning. however, the night prior was spent mulling over the thought of returning to business. it was an easy task, considering he still held loyal customers -- surely, most of them would’ve been ecstatic to see him return. the only setback, his job bothered thomas. the one person who meant more than, collectively, the stars in the night sky. a deep breath and a pause. pheonix briefly flashed his gaze in thomas’ direction. “i think it would be wise if i -- returned to escorting.” he reached for the nearby tea, slender fingers curling around the ceramic mug. “we could use the money, love.” @seeingrediism
