Escucha. Sonríe. Acepta.

“Yeah, definitely better now, thanks for asking. Let’s just say that toast and butter can really be a great friend to you in some times of need.” He chuckled softly, even though the flashback of his hangover woes was definitely not something he wanted to laugh at. He heard Lex say something, and from the effortless accent that came with it, he knew that it wasn’t English, but instead of asking for a lesson in foreign languages, he let it go. Just sat quietly, giving the boy time to collect his thoughts. “Well.. The beginning is always nice. Or you can do those things that they do in movies where they start at the end and then jump back to the beginning and then by the end, the beginning makes sense because it was the ending. You know what I mean?” 

He nodded softly, making note of the vaguely familiar remedy. A hand came to rub at his face as he laid back against the couch, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He was terrified. What if he looked at him differently? What would he do then? Noticing he had fallen in too deep in his thoughts, Lex turned to look at River. “When I was 18 I had big anger issues. I get it from my dad.” He started off slow, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. “I, uh, didn’t really understand good ways to let out emotions. I solved my problems with my fists.” He picked at his nails, seemingly lost in the memories. These were one of the things he wanted to keep hidden from his housemates. “One day everything was too much and I went too far. I don’t even remember why I was fighting or why no one even stopped me. I was lucky the kid didn’t press charges.” This was where he got emotional, but he was already in too deep. “I changed. I swear I did. Entered an anger management class and everything. I thought this was all behind me, but it got out.” He looked up at River, his eyes swimming with emotion he had been holding in. “Twitter has been crazy. I can’t log in without reading at least 20 comments that talk about who I was. It won’t stop.” His voice got quiet again, unable to continue. Everything had been eating away at him for quite some time. 

“ I’m too hungover to come up with a witty response, right now, “ he murmered, allowing a small groan to escape his lips. “ I’d throw this pillow at you but that would require movement, so, you know ?? If you could hit yourself with one, that’d be great. “

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Tempting.” He murmured, tilting his head. “I’d rather not though. When you feel better come find me and beat me with a pillow.”

octavia didn’t know how she felt about the photo. after all, the moment she saw the contents of the box, she knew all of her suspicions were true. she kept her gaze down, avoiding eye contact knowing she could fall apart any moment. ❛ don’t be, it's— it’s okay… i just wish i knew about him sooner, you know? all these years mourning my step-father when i had a half-brother to mourn too. —d-do you think he’s mad? ❜ she shook her head— that question sounded stupid. she tried to move on with the conversation. ❛ yeah… i hope i get there. that’s good, i’m happy you’re okay. really? a-any chance i could hear a sneak peek? ❜

Lex pursed his lips, trying to force himself to not just wrap her in his arms and refuse to let go. At her question, his eyebrows raised as he tried to think of a proper way to respond. “No.” He shook his head. “I think he understands.” He smiled softly. “Like right now? Or at a later date?” He had no problem with singing a line or two for her.

“ why do you look so glum chum ?? did someone step on your favorite snapback or somethin. ”

“I wish. That’s at least fixable with a sorry.”

Moodboard: 4/?

Flailed out on the couch, he pulled a pillow over his face to block out the sunlight. “ I hate that song      so fucking much, “ he muttered, the pillow muffling his voice. “ No offense, dude. But you have awful taste. “

He glanced at him, his eyebrow raised. “To each his own.” He made sure his voice wasn’t too loud, not wanting to irritate the boy even more.