❝ All these voices in my head get 𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐝 I wish that I could shut them 𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐭 .ᐟ ❝

he’s chosen to not poke at the fact that it was 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that approached 𝘩𝘪𝘮, utterly surprising to say the least. “you good?”

“𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤,” he muttered, somehow by the grace of the gods managing a straight expression through it.

where’s his brother when he needs help home—.

not at all.

it’s too quiet. that needs to change right now.

is there another national kissing day anytime soon?? because.

o w. excuse me?

because why else?

because I know it makes you mad.

love you??

it’s so easy to do, and kind of funny. I’m sorry.

miles is staring down at his hand, blood pouring from a fresh wound, then scoffing quietly under his breath. “this is precisely why we employ a staff. i knew manual labor would be the death of me.”

just a stupid cut on my hand. m’fine—.

“am I going mad or were you not the one to approach me this time?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together for a moment.

I dare to think my nose might be broken.