curled comfortably in the passenger seat, richard glares at his open phone screen (large iphone propped upon the dash) as he messes with the seat-belt, waiting for a response to pop up. “i can’t,” help it, is the unspoken- help the beck and call, he means. it’s... probably not important. “sorry. i just haven’t spoken with my brother in a bit. like, almost a year. it’s probably not important,” he does finally voice out loud, figuring it’s important to voice the reason behind his ‘distraction’.
“come here,” richard demands, leaning across the console, a hand finding... whatever’s nearest to grasp as he tries for a kiss. “i was thinking about taking saturday night off so you wouldn’t have to wait another two weeks before seeing me again.” it’s a... comfortable, if new companionship. mostly, richard just enjoys having someone to listen. (and touch.)
@perdefinitio, sc.