#biancagraham

leaky had spent the week considering everything he and booker had talked about. keeping the note close to him, but he still couldn’t get it out of his mind, couldn’t forget the nagging that he endured of it, the heaviness of it in his pocket, or in his hand. it was affecting his studies - which he hated - but he couldn’t let it go. 

so instead of squirreling away to study in the library, he’d texted bianca, practically begging her to come over. telling one person wasn’t enough. and so he was pacing his room when he heard the knock on the door, practically running to it, opening it enough to grab her wrist and pull her in, making sure to look out into the hallway for a second before slamming it shut and looking back at her. “so uh, thanks for coming.” he tried to smile.