The light from every lamp, every small window or crevice
burned. Scorched at his eyes, made them feel like they
were about to melt out of his skull. You did this to yourself,
he reminds himself as he steps through the threshold. Pupils
dilated and wide, he scans the seemingly empty living room.
He wasn’t ready to talk about it, he was never ready to have
that conversation, it had to be avoided at all costs. Now, hung
over and drained, body aching for another fleeting high, zapped
of all of his adrenaline and energy, he’s finally slunk back to
their apartment. Disappointment, his mind sluggishly hissed.
He could play this off, surely. It had only been what,
The door closes with a loud click behind him, he winces and
immediately stops breathing, listening for movement within
TJ Hammond + text posts
“… i could be.
i could also be offended by that. “
“Offended by the fact that
you look lost?”
“ Mhm. Crazy isn’t it? It’s amazing what
idiots they let into the White House
these days. ”
He cocks an eyebrow in response
to that word. “Amazing isn’t
quite the word I’f use.” He quips,
the corners of his lips twitch.
[Text: Felicia] I am not.
[Text: Felicia] I spilled it, why else would it be there?
[Text: Felecia] I couldn’t find a towel.