❝So, what do you call this one?❞

❝ Scooter did it. ❞

❝ It wasn’t me who started it this time, can ya believe it? ❞

❝ Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaam! ❞

           ❝ Uuuuuh— Yo, Axton, is there something wrong or— ❞           Out of all the people, Tina didn’t expect Axton to be the one holding                her hand. She was thinking that it might have been Brick or Lilith                            ( although, Lilith’s hands are smaller and softer ).                              She didn’t dislike him holding her hand, per se,                            she was just confused why he’s holding her hand.

              Any answer he could have given her would have been too weighted for him to, in the right mind, put on a thirteen year old. He didn’t doubt that she had it in her to understand, but in truth, a part of him didn’t want to accept that he felt like this. He was supposed to be strong - he wasn’t supposed to need emotional support from anybody. Accepting help from anyone meant accepting defeat, but he’d convinced himself that this was okay.         “ It’s been a long week, ”                                                were the words he chose to summarise, but it was far from the truth. It had nothing to do with the week - the month - the year. He was tired.