Just a little something to tell you || Stefandrew
Though he felt tenative about going over to see Andrew when he had a big bruise on his jaw, and bruises on his side he could luckily cover up, he felt too shitty about missing out last night to call it off. Driving over, staring ahead at the road, he worried at his split lower lip until he remembered it was and tasted blood groaning at himself. He lapped carefully at his lip where it was split and looked around at traffic before going across a four way light, getting to Andrew's place. He parked outside and just stared at the building for a few minutes, wondering what this would be about.
He didn't even know what to hope for, or if he should hope at all, because it was feeling a bit like the last time he got feelings for anyone... like it was all messed up and wouldn't feel right, no matter what he did. The only thing that could feel right would be to pull away from the person, get over these icky feelings because in all honestly, he didn't want them. He wanted to feel normal. Sighing, he hopped out of the car and headed up to Andrew's door, lifting up his knuckles and frowning at how scabbed they were before he used his other hand to knock.