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Will’s usually happy face contorted into a look of confusion, eyebrows raising and lowering as thoughts raced through his head. Was he that kind of person? Had he given off the vibe that he was that type of person? “Toni, ‘m…” He trailed off, hand running down over his mouth to stop it from running faster than his mind. “ ‘m sayin’ it cos I like ya. Not cos I wanna manipulate ya or nothin’…”

It wasn’t that Chad had a problem with him leaving, it was kind of part and parcel with their careers and he had no right to dictate whether the man stayed or not. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though deep down, the thought that opportunities may become too rife for him to never come back to him, to whatever this had become. He welcomed the affection almost immediately, hands resting on the base of Will’s spine as he listened to him speak, not outrightly making promises he wasn’t so sure he could keep. “Sure that you won’t forget about me while I fade into obscurity?” his laugh was hollow, full of more truth than he cared to admit – he felt like he was at a dead end while the man in his arms was soaring to great heights without him.

contact      ———      ❪  king cunt  ❫                   11:40 pm   ⟶   ‘   i’m around. just got back to my pad after a                                                 few pints down the street.   ’                   11:40 pm   ⟶   ‘   you could come over and get all three if you                                                 want. i’m just not driving buzzed.   ’

  𝓟rescott was drowning himself in his sorrows as usual, ironic considering the man he hated the most drank - or at least used to drink an obscene amount of alcohol. Often enough Prescott would claim it was the one thing they had in common. Sharing a glass of whiskey in silence. 

  He blinked at the tupperware not so subtly shoved in his direction. His reflexes got the better of him for when he stopped it with his fingers he was met with fluffy, buttercream, frosting smushed on the side of the plastic container. Raising a brow he wiped his hand on his jeans and continued to stare ahead into the mirror behind the bartender. 

  He wasn’t sure why Marcel kept appearing. Perhaps he just lived near the bar and was too tired after matches to go somewhere more posh and expensive. It certainly didn’t have to do with the fact that he liked Prescott. Who could like him? aside from Maxwell

[ Nat - sent ] Look, I would, love [ Nat - sent ] But it’s not really something you can help with, yeah? [ Nat - sent ] I know you wanna help, but I just need a little time alone. Away from everyone else. Okay? [ Nat - sent ] If I need you I’ll let you know, I just need time…