a playground after dark. ( JESSE + RYAN )
IT IS MOSTLY SILENT, EXCEPT FOR THE CRICKETS CHIRPING AND THE FAINT SOUND OF THE METAL CHAINS OF A SWINGSET. jesse lets the toes of his shoes scrape against the ground below ( when did they stop putting tan bark beneath swings and putting in these strange… not quite foam but… pebbly mats? ) he adjusts his hands on the chains, letting out a gentle sigh, and his gaze shifts to the person beside him. ryan’s shaggy hair ruffles in the slight breeze, and jesse absently finds himself wondering if she was cold. he chews gently on the corner of his mouth, brows furrowing for a brief moment, forcing his gaze back to the ground, his own long hair falling forward slightly, hiding part of his face. after a few moments, he’s shrugging out of his zip-up, twisting the swing slightly to face the blonde with a little smile – it is almost shy. ( is even this gesture too forward? ) “you look cold,” he states plainly, and his palms are pushing forward the old hoodie, offering it out to ryan, a soft, earnest look in his eyes. the moment feels like it lingers too long, but he pushes down that nervous feeling that is getting heavier in the pit of his stomach – so silly, he thought, over the simple gesture of offering up his sweatshirt.
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