Mar 17, 2018
❝ look, i’ll spend the night tonight, okay ? if you don’t want to be alone… ❞
the rat glances up at her, dirty fingers picking at the gauze that wraps tight around his chest. it hurts to laugh – which makes him want to laugh more. it’s a special kind of misery every time he feels his chest tighten. he can still taste the blood in his mouth, iron and copper. he subconsciously licks at his lips as he ponders company. it’s put him in a foul mood, the kindness of her a prickle on his skin.
❝ d’i look so pathetic i need a babysitter? bugger off. ❞