"Maybe that'd be a good sign?" he says, with a note of laughter behind the words. And then he lapses into silence, not sure what more he can say without saying far too much.
It's not an uncomfortable silence, exactly; better than the uncomfortable conversation that might otherwise occur. He takes a deep breath, and lets his eyes fall shut, leaning against Todd.
☞ fold into the dent of my chest, the crook of my shoulder || backdated to early November-ish
It's not an uncomfortable silence, exactly; better than the uncomfortable conversation that might otherwise occur. He takes a deep breath, and lets his eyes fall shut, leaning against Todd.