#citidreams

      Oh. Well. 

      He doesn’t know to be thankful for the resistance of his leather gloves until the can had dropped from his grip. And by then, the briefest of moments had broken --- the piercing red of his gaze slips from the stranger walking through Harvey’s ( even if technically he’s the stranger here ) and falls back to the.... something now falling to the ground. He doesn’t know what it is, really. Just that it matched the description that Lily had given him before she’d shoved him out of the farmhouse. 

      And now it’s on the floor. Lovely.