pyropolar:

        _{he’s perched at the couch, in the middle of applying a healthy dose of carmex to his lips when there’s a knock at the door. somehow he knows who it is, the only person who ever really visits him anymore. capping the lip balm, he stands and hurries to the door to let the other in with a bright smile, however fleeting it is. elwood’s air of distress puts mason into full defense mode, his hand taking the other boy’s and guiding him inside out of the rain.  ‘ i’m never too busy for you. what’s the matter ? are you hurt ? ‘}

          _{he feels a little lighter when mason opens the door, and he releases a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. elwood shuts the door behind himself quietly, and he still doesn’t look up – he can’t bring himself to. ❛ … m’not hurt, ❜ his words are mumbled quietly, biting his lip. for a moment, elwood just stands there, before exhaling and quickly stepping forward, standing on the tips of his toes to wrap his arms around mason’s neck ; hugging him as tight as he can. his eyes screw shut, and he exhales again. ❛ jus’ wanted to see you. ❜}