over time mason has become pretty fond of elwood. he was comfortable around him, hopefully enough to be able to sleep. stepping inside, he takes the boy’s hand and leads him through the house, into his bedroom. “ not enough. you look pretty rough yourself. you doing okay ? “
he lets him lead the way, both too tired and disorientated to stop him. elwood kicks the door shut behind him, grip on mason’s hand as tight as his energy will allow, and when they reach his bedroom his free hand runs through his hair. he deliberately ignores mason’s question in favour of his own. ❛ are you – do you want something t’sleep in? ❜