@vingtiemes said: “don’t worry about me. i’m just lying here thinking.”
enchanted april.
coming up on tintin, sprawled deadweight-like across the floor, had given him cause to inhale sharply through his nose. the kind that aches a little ghost in the chest for a few seconds after.
"christ..." mutt mumbles soon thereafter, shaking his head. he decides not to tell him what he had first thought he had been doing. or rather, not doing.
he moves about the room without any particular aim. not touching anything, hands clasped at the small of his back. only looking. always looking. he eventually comes to stand a few paces behind tintin's left shoulder. mutt cranes his neck, looking up at the ceiling as if then he would be able to understand his rationale.
his teeth pinch at the wet flesh on the inside of his cheek. "any luck?"
