a slow exhale leaves him as he approaches the door, rapping his knuckles against the wood. a good night’s sleep had escaped him for the duration of the week and he could only think of one place to go. as the door opens he runs his fingertips over the purple circles underneath his left eye, offering him a sheepish smile. “ hi. i’m tired. will you hold me ? “
there’s bruises of his own beneath his eyes and mason is, truth be told, the last person he expects to see on the other side of the door. elwood stares at him for a moment, eyes VOID of much emotion at all before his lips curl into the smallest of smiles, nodding. he’s beyond exhausted, now – all he can think of is how much he wants to sleep, but how much he can’t. will you hold me? all he can assume is that mason must be pretty DESPERATE to come to him of all people. ❛ yeah … – – yeah, if you want. come in. when did you sleep last? ❜