#hullooo

HAHA GET HUGGED!!

         he runs into river late into the evening, in the midst of appraising the damage of the old mill ( the president's bank account might feel this one ), and doing another once-over for any remaining pieces of evidence, but elise had been thorough, and she'd nearly gotten away with it. today called for professionalism and he'd served it like a kid under a watchful eye, as though people were taking notes. like roaches out of the woodwork, this must sting more for the students. like mold, the danger will pass but the trauma lingers, infecting spaces once considered home. it's shitty. ‘   river, hey.   ’ he falls into focus and bobby offers a smile, exhaustion makes him soft around the edges. ‘   shit's wack, huh ? exciting.   ’ though it’s hard to tell whether he means it or not.