hues refrain from peering away from flickering
display that illuminated features only inches
away from floating monitors; brows becoming
lax once the feeling of foreign being embedding
their face along the length of his back was
matched with one single, secure squeeze.
❝ —— i know there’s going to be a scolding
for something later, so i’m going to just
preemptively take the defensive. i can
p r o m i s e that i’m innocent.
( as soon as she pulls away from squeezing his
side. her chin moves to rest against his shoulder,
lips parting to let out a quiet exhale, more so a
sigh than anything else. why did he always think
she was coming to yell at him? well, most of the
time she was. but not the point. )
❛ you're never innocent when it comes to
anything, tony. but i wasn't going to yell,
but now somethin' makes me think you
did something.