@therottenfew said; ( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury. - nancy
he’s not really paying attention to his surroundings much to notice the familiar figure walk by, head throbbing like crazy, the side of his face probably gone numb at this rate. she finds him sitting on the curb in front of the gas station, the camaro parked not too far away as he nurses a cigarette, almost jumping out of his skin at the press of something ice cold to the side of his face. which feels -- really fucking great, all things considered, but he’s startled enough for shoulders to tense as he turns, rouding up on -- nancy wheeler? of all people ..
“ the hell are you doing here? “ as if she’s not here to get gas or .. something from the store like any normal person would. but he’s defensive, shoulders lessening some of the tension eventually now that he knows who it was that had pressed the ice cold .. slushie against his face like that. “ what’s this? “