☆ ily Sher uwu
☆: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo
The cup of complimentary coffee in Jaelyn’s hand was shaking, little ripples bouncing off the styrofoam sides as she attempted to contain her laughter. She’d gotten her first tattoo at 18, the Saturday after her birthday with Kaleb at her side. And now, years later, here she was “comforting” Zach as he got one.
It was funny, to say the least. Zach was acting like this could possibly be the worst thing that ever happened to him, griping about the pain that he had yet to experience like it was comparable to childbirth despite the fact that he’d literally chosen this. Of course, that didn’t mean she was going to leave, she was still a good friend even if she wanted to bust a gut laughing.
Jae was here to be comforting, so comforting she’d be, she just hoped he would. “Zach, it’ll be okay. It barely even hurts, I promise. It’s like getting a shot, only better.”
Zach’s smile was weak and full of a certain amount of self deprecation as he took the offered chair. “Will you hold my hand?”
She let out a wide smile overtake her face, plopping herself in the chair beside his. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go get Lene for you too? Maybe a sucker?” She let out a soft laugh at his look, and took his hand with her free one. “Fine, but if you tell anyone about this I’ll have to kill you.”
