𝑻.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑻𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑵 𝑴𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑫 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

happy hump day, taryn nation 💋

twisted way of letting her down easily. when she doesn't see any evidence of that, her head nods slowly. "/please/."

dreading the response she expects to come. but the one she expects isn't the one that comes. instead, leighton's words have her mouth going dry as eyes widen slightly. a brief pause, gaze searching leighton in a last effort to confirm that this isn't a pity offer, some —

but had mostly managed to explain it away as wishful thinking and pain meds altering her perception of things. until this morning, when she had woken up and decided to test it by walking out in leighton's shirt. body is tense and gaze wary as she watches leighton, clearly —

she's felt a shift over the last few days. somewhere between waking with her head on leighton's shoulder and hours spent playing mario kart and leighton running her to the hospital for the appointments to check on her hand. she's felt something about them change just a little, —

be grateful for that, and everything you've been doing to help me. i shouldn't be trying to push something like this on you. i am sorry."

lips purse as she watches leighton for a moment, considering her words, considering how honest she should be, completely oblivious to leighton's own thoughts. "no. i should be apologizing. you've been so kind to me the last few days, and i appreciate it so much. i should just —

leaving the mug and instead trying to subtly tug the shirt closed over her thighs, feeling just a little too exposed under leighton's gaze.

feeling is. tongue darts across her lips before her gaze moves away from leighton, closing her eyes briefly as her functioning fingers grip the mug a little tighter. "i should have asked before i put it on. i'm sorry, i don't know what i was thinking." another shift, fingers —

skin, lest leighton see /too much/, see more than taryn is ready for her to see. suddenly, the boldness fades and the wraps its fingers around her throat again, fear of pushing too far, fear of unfair expectations and misread signs and unrequited whatever the fuck this —

watching leighton's gaze wander has taryn biting her lip. usually, she doesn't mind having eyes on her, but with leighton it feels so incredibly different. it feels like leighton sees so much more of her than most do and it has her adjusting the shirt, covering just a little —

"oh, definitely cute. you're less of a mess than i am." her gaze lingers on hayley's features, noting the flushed cheeks. "i can get dressed properly if that would make you more comfortable."

hand extends and fingers wiggle in a request for adeline's hand. she tries not to laugh, she really tries, but she can't stop the soft chuckle that escapes. "thank you."