what. event one, the bonfire. time. 8:00 pm. location. nestled deeply into conversation around the fire, warm smiles — and cold looks — and laughter throughout.
bodhi doesn’t lie. not really. he just… tucks the truth away when it feels like too much light. but if anyone ever asked him his favorite place in the world — la push, just as the tide starts to turn, might earn the quiet answer. he’s there now, shoes dug into cool sand, curls falling into his eyes, sweatshirt hanging off his frame like it's one size too big. a lazy smile curls at his mouth as he half-sips a beer gone warm, already scoping out what food to devour next. the presence beside him isn’t ignored (they never are — not with him), and still, he plays it cool, like he can’t already feel something shifting. he turns slow, only free hand full of graham crackers and chocolate, the other fumbling toward the bag of marshmallows, fingers barely grazing the edge. "please tell me you’re here to make s’mores, because i physically do not have the hand capacity for this." he says, looking up as he speaks next, his eyes connecting with theirs. "and i’m gonna be eating, like… twelve of them, so."
