werewolfven
muscle memory allows him to grab scott with firm hands, turning him so he can grab his brother’s inhaler from the front pocket of his bookbag. ( it’s been years since he’s done this. ) ❛ dude, come on -- ❜ he orders, voice low with irritation and worry. he holds the inhaler up pointedly, free hand grabbing onto scott’s shoulder to focus and draw him closer.












