were you ever going to tell me? - @erireyes
☾ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY. / always accepting!
Scott looks sheepish. Age and wisdom cannot scrub the puppy - dog sweetness of those eyes and guilt remains an inherent noose dragging him down no matter to whom it truly belongs. Bedecked with an awareness inhuman, it’s obvious Scott’s parsed the discomfort in the room, particularly adept at knowing when someone is feeling unwelcoming. He scruffs himself, a palm dragging at his own nape with an embarrassed downcast look on his face. Allison, for her part, does not look the least bit remorseful.
❝ Well, I figured you wouldn’t have come if I had. ❞ She’s dressed for a business meeting, dark slacks and expensive shoes, the perfectly cuffed sleeve of a blazer revealing a slim watch which she glances at over the phone she’s got stashed in her bag at her feet. Scott’s still in his scrubs. He smiles, big and genuine, and says to @erireyes, ❝ Sorry to drop in like this. We just wanted to check on you. ❞ Allison manages a smile, too, but hers is smacking of distaste. With an air of derision, she asks, ❝ You haven’t happened to see any old friends lately, have you? ❞
