@lcstiinspace based on x
harley doesn’t know what to do with tears. she’s never been good with them-- not even her own and bowie’s tears confuse her. partially because she’d never expect them from him and partially because they make her feel something other than discomfort. she’s upset for him. the look on her face as her feelings make themselves known is slightly pinched. she is good with ignoring things--better maybe than him. she’s better with panic attacks before tests and eating so little she faints. better with her control. she wants a plan of attack that doesn’t involve standing in his doorway clothed in chanel. “can... i just.. can i stay?” she asks the question tentatively like she’s uncertain of her own words. “i don’t know if it’ll fix it but--” she sits her bag down on his table and walks to his bed. “if you want to talk i can...shut up for long enough to make it a little easier.” she gives him a wry smile. “..so.. will you let me..stay?”
