
his words are like a slap to the face ; they come out of nowhere, with no pre-warning and elwood feels trapped, enclosed and corned because what isn’t wrong, these days? he looks at caspar and sees purity and something so genuine it makes his heart ache ; he’s everything elwood isn’t. elwood, who comes home more nights than not with blood covering his hands, who manipulates and lies to get what he wants, who craves attention at any cost. he’s not a nice person, but caspar is, and he’s waiting for the boy to wake up ad realise that. his stare is emotionless, cold – merely offering a shrug of his shoulders. ❛ there’s nothing about what’s happening that’s slow. ❜ elwood pauses, fingers idly drumming against the table top, gaze shifting across the room. slowly, the corners of his lips curl up into the smallest of smiles ; but it’s faint, and it looks more manic than anything else. ❛ stop being so concerned. nothin’ happened. ❜
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