⋆ ⭒˚｡ [ lewis pullman, cis man, he/him, none. ] was that THEODORE ‘THEO’ HARRINGTON i just saw over at FLO’S ? you know, the THIRTY-THREE year old PHOTOGRAPHER that’s been around willow glen for MOST OF HIS LIFE / ONE YEAR. people around town say they can somehow both be STUBBORN and KIND, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like A CAMERA STREWN AROUND HIS NECK, ANALOG OVER DIGITAL, THE SMELL OF VETIVER, WARM LIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE SHADOWS, THE LINGERING FEELING OF GRIEF AND A LIFE YOU COULD HAVE LIVED. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they IS ONLY BACK BECAUSE HIS FATHER IS SICK AND WILL LEAVE AGAIN AFTER THE FUNERAL . . . but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by MAGNOLIA RIDGE and find out !

flicking between fm channels on the radio until he'd found the right one, theo leaned back in his leather seat. having turned off the engine earlier, the only noise from the hotrod came from the radio and their soft shared breaths. his hands found the steering wheel, caressed the subtle marks in the leather, before his hands slid down to rest in his lap. he was slightly nervous. he always got a little nervous when she was around at first, and it took him awhile to stop fumbling over his words. or at least, that's what it felt like to him; in actuality, he was as suave as he always was. every word just felt monumental, which was why he didn't say anything for several long moments. he was counting her breaths, something he did when he needed to calm down a little. and then, when he'd deemed himself ready to speak and not a minute sooner, he measured his words even over something innocuous.

"you know, when i was a teenager, i watched this movie eight times back to back. i thought it was one of the most beautiful things i'd ever seen." his voice was soft, not seeking approval or even a reaction, really. he just spoke to speak, and he caught her minute reactions to everything he said out of the corner of his eye. "moulin rouge is still one of my favorite movies," nodding, his lips quirked into a smile and then he laughed, a simple little thing that didn't sound embarrassed. "i prefer this version over any other," he was talking about the old 2001 one version with nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor. he did not say that the person who introduced him to the movie was his sister; that it had been her favorite first. sometimes talking about her hurt, and he didn't want to hurt right now.