he kicks his feet up on the table , making himself at home . always after a long day of hard work , especially hard work in the middle of buttfuck nowhere . it almost makes him homesick , but that place is pretty cold and pretty sad , too . AT LEAST HE HAS INTERESTING COMPANY . not necessarily as interesting as lady , but he doesn’t owe trevor any sort of debt , so it balances out . a deep , gutteral groan escapes him as he relaxes his head into his arms , folded back behind his head . the chair he sits on tilts dangerously .
❛ are we gonna talk about how empty your fridge is ? ❜ he looks at the other man from the corner of his eye , a side-long and lazy glance . his gaze is half-lidded , like he’s about to drop off , or like he’s judging the other man . IT’S HARD TO TELL WHICH . @whipslayer
