#alvymaier

      ❝        can i help you ? ❞  it’s asked with slight exasperation leaking into his tone, poorly disguised by wry amusement. he doesn’t much enjoy when someone has the upper hand on him, least of all when he’s in such a  v u l n e r a b l e  position. there’s no situation more raw or exposed for him than when his hands are poised over the keys of his laptop, words flowing from them to create another of his fantasy worlds. it’s here, trapped between his own pages, that alvy has caught him, and he finds himself resenting the attractive male’s presence as he helps himself to a seat at matty’s table. it’s quite the turn of events, contradictory to the vast majority of their meetings, but he’s reluctant to admit he thinks that might be the reason for the other’s visit. this isn’t the first time he’s been caught with his metaphorical pants around his ankles, just waiting to be spanked by alvy’s irritating comments. he’s learned where matty comes to write, and now the younger fears he may never be able to return to his sanctuary again.