#nikothatcher

“Spend the past three nights at yours.. maybe I should head back home, hu?” Emery was running a hand through his messed up hair, moving to sit on the edge of the bed instead of laying in there. He hadn’t been home since four days, just staying at Adams and he started feeling.. odd.

“So... I don’t know, I thought maybe you could use a bit of green in your new apartment?” Percy had his arms wrapped around the plant he had been carrying, something pretty and the salesman told him it was easy to handle.