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“You can say that again,” Russel agreed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink anyway. “You know, it’s kinda funny. I never imagined I’d be at a Halloween party dressed as Harry Potter talking to you, of all people. Not that I don’t want to, it’s just... we ran in completely different circles until all this happened.”

        ❝ i said i won't get too close, but i can't stop it. ❞ his head drops in his hands, rubbing his eyes out of stress, but after a few seconds he finds it in himself to look back up at cassandra.  ❝ he deserves better than this, than me. especially with what’s going on with becca & eden. i’m a dad now. how am i supposed to keep seeing grizz like this? ❞

preoccupied  with  untangling  the  string  of  christmas  lights  for  their  makeshift  prom,         he’s  a  mess  of  wires  falling  around  him  and  an  exaggerated  sigh  that  escapes  his  mouth.        he’d  say  he’s  glad  he’s  alone,      but  the  sound  of  a  throat  clearing  gears  his  gaze  in  the  opposite  direction.        easy  smile  lifts  on  his  lips,     holding  up  lights  as  a  form  of  a  wave.        “hey,      cassandra.”

4) ❝ i lost my keys. ❞ // @leaderstrength​.

“no,      it’s  not.”        blatant  refusal  to  be  dismissed,         partly  ignited  by  the  sensation  of  inferiority  and  partly  because  kinsley  isn’t  stupid.         quiet,        disengaged,         but  not  unintelligent.       if  cassandra  pressman  was  trying  to  get  into  the  pharmacy,      then  it  must  be  important.       “you  don’t  strike  me  as  an  addict,       so  what?         you  have  medicine  you  need  to  take?”