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@nctweak my finger slipped

there’s a pause in his steps, and:    ❝ sh, sh —— ❞     and though she couldn’t see it, there’s a lift in his hand. a touch to her shoulder and his ears are perked.      ❝ do you hear that ? ❞     he asks, a breathless chuckle spilling passed his lips. birds.      ❝ —— we’re close. ❞        /  ♡ ! 

and there’s a soft, faint shake of the head. eyes on gravel and macallan can’t find himself to look at her —— not now. not with weeks of avoidance still wracking his nerves and the frustration still coursing through his veins.  ( it’d been a brief fight that landed him here. not enough for him to get seriously hurt, but enough to end with him sitting on a table while fox cleaned a gash in his arm. )     ❝ —— surprised you’re even talking to me. ❞     he admits, tone a little too low — a little too dead — for even gabe himself. and he gives her nothing but a brief glance before green hues flicker down to fresh bandage on his arm.     ❝ … i’m fine. ❞     he adds. a reassuring nod and with a sniffle, finds that he’s lifting himself to his feet.     ❝ thanks. ❞

❝ — damn, fox. the entire kitchen smells like a christmas hell. ❞     /  ♡

❝ i don’t know if you feel the same as i do —— ❞     he says. and it’s as he finds himself trying to swallow dry lump in his throat  ( an act followed shortly by a clearing of said throat )  that an uncertain grin graces busted lip. a pair blue hues shifting from the fire — lifting to meet her face, and:     ❝ but we could be together, if you wanted to. ❞     /     ♡  /  ♪  

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