@thexmisfits smashed that heart.
his eyes couldn’t help but flick over to the direction of his sister as she left the bathroom, a slight cringe formed upon his face as he noticed the rather short towel provided by the motel. —– his mind had been else where recently, whenever he looked at her. it made him sick to the stomach with the dreams he was having recently. he LOVED his sister, with all of his heart, but maybe, just maybe there was something as too much love for a person. swallowing hard, his eyes diverted back to the crappy motel television, but not much could be found that wasn’t porn. his face grew RED, his body suddenly standing from the edge of the bed, “—— burgers,” dean suddenly blurted as he moved towards the door, “ we should get burgers!”
he may not be the only sibling struggling with the morals of what should be thought, shouldn’t be thought & what is thought. it is effortless to allow mind to wander, being trapped together constantly, never having much time to themselves ----- always in each others space. ( perhaps it was inevitable. ) but she would never dare voice the thoughts that often overwhelmed her being, even oblivious to the fact he’s having the same dilemma. it’s not done with intention, but there’s hardly much room in most motels & getting ready was a normally strenuous task. eyes remain down as she reaches the duffle bag, searching through for clothing until her siblings out burst captures her attention. holding the towel fast to her body, brows raise; confusion evident before a small chuckle is pulled from her lips, moving to return to the bathroom to redress, amusement clear in tone. ❝ can i at least get dressed first? ❞