“i sprained one of my fingers yesterday–don’t ask me how, still trying to figure that out. long story short, i have to wear this splint for the next couple weeks and it’s so ugly but you know what? i’m gonna own it.”
“were you drunk or something? ‘cause that'll explain it all, honestly,” she slightly teased, thought she doubted that was the real reason behind the other’s injury. “i wouldn’t expect anything less, so, how you gonna do it? act like its some sort of ring?”














