#ourintimationsofmortality

"Oliver?" he called out.  "Get your ass out of bed.  I need to talk to you."

"At least act excited for the holidays. For Liv's sake."

Evan's worst habit is how he tends to chew on anything within reach when he's distracted. His work desk is littered with half-chewed pens because he just chews on the end of them and puts them down when he's talking to someone. (He used to chew on his lips and fingernails but they kept splitting and bleeding so he tried gum but that doesn't work as well when he's nervous.

ourintimationsofmortality

ourintimationsofmortality

"Right, okay." The musician raised an eyebrow. "Any reason why you won’t just go for it now?"

        " -- You look sick. Are you sick? Oh my god, don't pass out -- please don't throw up in my car."

Lee had woken up earlier than his girlfriend and so he spent the time simply listening to her breathing. It was easier to accept that she was there when there was that physical reassurance. She was there, she was alive, she was in his arms. God, was he glad for that. He gently pressed a kiss to her hair, trying his best to be quiet.