pyropolar:

       _{he pauses for a moment, unsure if he should believe him. elwood had always been one to sweep things under the rug for the comfort of his company, but he felt certain this time that wasn’t the case, not physically at least. the hug takes him by surprise, but he immediately sinks into it, holding elwood close with his arms wound around his waist and lips pressed to his forehead. he pulls away only enough to brush a stray curl behind the other’s ear, concern filling in his features.  ‘ i’m here. i’ll always be here when you need me. what happened … ? ‘}

        _{he’s getting frustrated with himself because he can’t answer a simple question, for the fact that he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. he’d been so happy lately, and then seemingly out of nowhere, sadness simultaneously enveloped and overwhelmed him to the terrifying point where it felt like he couldn’t breathe. the lips to his forehead ground him somewhat and elwood shakes his head, almost frantic, eyes screwed shut as he exhales shakily, forehead resting on mason’s chest. ❛ … i don’t – i don’t know, mason. i don’t know what’s wrong with me. ❜}