#sentimxnt

    ❝ Have you ever gotten to a point so low where         you're just sitting on the floor in your underwear         eating potato chips and crying over reality t.v.? No?

          However, when Kyn began to trace over a rather conspicuous scar on his shoulder that he’d procured in a car wreck when he was seventeen, he managed to not react in an alarmed or irritated manner. Instead, he simply glanced back with a furrowed brow and asked in a perfectly level and agreeable voice, “What’re you doing?” 

       He’s being surprisingly not grouchy.

{❄} Ice blue eyes squint through thick lenses, as pale fingers trace over scarred skin. He looks up, apologizing immediately, he doesn't realize he's touched, before thinking. He'd have a much more upset reaction if this situation might have been the other way around. He feels bad about it, he really does.        "Looking with my fingers, I guess." He mumbles, retracting his hand. 

     “Excuse me, monsieur.”