the problem with pitts is that he's so fucking tall.
he's all knees and elbows, arms dangling at his sides when they walk so that his hand inevitably knocks into meeks', he's too tall for comfortably sharing their narrow welton beds; sharing them in a friendly way that doesn't mean meeks has to press his back to the wall to put at least some space between them, pittsie unbearably close and obliviously asleep, not aware that he's crowding into him.
he's too tall because he has to lower his face a little to properly look meeks in the eye, has to dip down in a way that does look like he's leaning in for a kiss, it does, meeks is not going crazy. and all he can do is lightly shove pittsie and laugh, laugh like he isn't thinking about how his shove can only ever reach pittsie's chest instead of the neutral space of his shoulder, meeks can only ever reach where pittsie is soft and warm and open, and when their knuckles brush he has to stare at the ground.
the problem is pitts is too fucking tall.
