where: will's place who: @will-york & lydia donovan
She had been to Will's place a million times, but for some reason the moment she pulled into the driveway, she felt her stomach starting to do backflips. For the past few days, she hadn't been able to get that kiss out of her mind. It was hazy, sure, parts of it a bit blurry, but the action itself -- and how it had made her feel in the moment -- was clear as day, only shrouded by the guilt and concern that had fallen over her once she heard Elliott had been admitted to the hospital. All of it a chaotic, confusing series of events, none of which she felt she was dealing with properly.
"Hey stranger," Lydia greeted, rounding the corner into the living room where her friend sat, recovering. "I was going to text you to see if you were around but, um, remembered that you're pretty much not allowed to move for a while." A light chuckle left her lips, and she looked on at him for a moment before suddenly remembering the glass tupperware in her hands. "Oh! I made you macarons. They're raspberry. I'm a little out of practice these days, but..." She placed the container down on the coffee table, taking a seat beside Will on the couch, hands folded over her lap. "How's the ankle? You actually listening to the doctor and resting?"
