love the world (like i should)
it's this: soft light and a soft boy, letting down his guard and curling up in Shitty's lap like it's the safest place he can be
it's this: knowing the vulnerability is earned, not given
it's this: loving Jack Zimmermann, every inch of him
(it's this: needing a nap)
or, I turned THIS post into a fic.
Read it on ao3!

















