( simon ) ;;
“ dad — “
the sudden lack of galaxy covers on his form made him stir first, only to be tackled by his dad. his breath left his lungs with an audible whoosh & his eyes snapped open. yeah, he was DEFINITELY awake now.
there’s a weak smile over his shoulder at his dad as he wheezes out a soft ‘thanks, dad’. well, at least the birthday wake-up call was still the same, no matter if he was turning ten or seventeen. “ uh, dad —? i kind of, can’t breathe right now. “
“ oh ---- whoops “
He doesn’t SOUND as apologetic as he probably should, especially with the grin lighting up his scruffy features. Nor- man rolls himself off of Simon, settling instead to lie on his side next to him, propped up on an elbow.
“ So, how does it feel to finally be turning 21 ? “













