#eehe

No I'm not explaining myself because I'll sound crazy

Cough

the more i look at it the more mistakes i see but it's almost 4 am and i dont want to stay up editing and editing it sooooo. scheduling it :3 gn ily

me is mad 😠😋 but i love u 😊

and now... can i ask if we're going to see tris soon?

Pffffft.. who the fuck is SAM!!?? 😒😅

“I can sleep on the floor if-” “No. Tony. we both need to rest”

Classic Stevetony trope: sharing a bed, requested by @starksnack!

xemnas, u dumb bitch / @enigmatias

At least that answers the question of where Xemnas has been these past few days. 

“ Hearts, man, you look about one stiff breeze away from bein’ put straight on your ass, “  there’s a furrow between his brows, sharp concern in the drawl of his voice he’ll blame on the surprise later on and though instinct calls for him to reach out and steady Xemnas, Lea’s got about enough wherewithal left to stop himself and dig his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat instead. 

( He won’t say he was worried, of course, won’t ever admit to the fact that this visit has been a conscious decision rather than a spur-of-the-moment oh I was just in the neighbourhood  idea,  but perhaps,  just maybe, after weeks of Xemnas’ random and untimely visits to go from having to tolerate the man’s presence and field question after question to nothing at all,  has made him realize that somehow, against every instinct and rational thought,  he’d gotten used to having him around. Never mind the realization that he’s somehow also come to enjoy those questions,  if only for how inane some of them are. 

So ——- here he is.  And whatever those realizations mean is something he’ll have to look at later.  Much later.  Preferably never. )

You could’ve texted me you were sick, you know,  is on the tip of his tongue before he remembers Xemnas probably won’t understand why it’d matter and that’s not a can of worms he wants to open now.  He opts instead for shouldering his way through the door and past the other into the man’s flat,  his nose wrinkling slightly at the musty smell permeating the air, a sour note beneath Lea really doesn’t like the implication of.  Another wet cough rattles from behind, making him wince with sympathy pains and if there’s a brief flash of guilt for not checking in sooner touching his heart only to be stamped down again right after ---- well,  that’s for him and only him to know, isn’t it?