it’s a rarity that he’s actually left his house - in fact, it’s a rarity           that he has time to himself for once, to spend it however he          chooses; and he certainly didn’t choose to spend it like this.          he roles his eyes at dakota, placing his hands within his pockets,          “ i just got away from a bunch of stopy teenagers, i don’t need you            to be one either. “ he shoots back quickly. he’s tired - exhausted              even. the long hours are draining him, that much is obvious. 

[ ✉ text to: dakota. ] well damn, dakota.[ ✉ text to: dakota. ] that’s one way to do it.[ ✉ text to: dakota. ] I’m actually kinda proud right now.