╰┈➤ 𝕿𝐇𝐄 𝕻𝐎𝐄𝐓 .ᐟ

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“i’m working on this prop for bill, and i’m just trying to make sure that it’s perfect.” he admits, and raises a hand to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. that smile doesn’t leave his lips. “are you hungry?”

“coming to ensure that i’m still alive?” he knows that he spends too much time looking over his work, especially the past few days.

his heart can’t seem to grow used to such softness from her. his fondness only grows. “bev.” he greets, arching his head back to glance up at her.

the real issue at hand is why HE’S not being held.

his face softens, and he moves to rest a gentle hand upon her back. he doesn’t know all that has happened, but she’s away from him. he’s gone, and he isn’t coming back. she’s safe.

“i’m sure richie would have come up with someone ( golden ).” he’s leaning back against the counter, watching the other. “you’ve been in here too often if you already know where everything is.”

he couldn’t be bored , not when it comes to her. never would that happen. now, what seems to be the problem ?

. . . bill .

“is it working?” side by side they walk, and he can’t recall the last time he felt so relaxed, so at peace with how life was. “an author and an architect go out for coffee. sounds like the start of a cheesy joke.”

talk to him about it. he’s there to listen. ( he’s always there for her. )

rough day ?

“who would i be to turn down coffee with a famous author?” another grin, and he’s moving onto his feet, walking with the other man.

thought she was quitting ?

“i don’t mind the interruption . i’ve been in here for —“, his eyes flicker to the clock. “. . .way too long.“

he’s glancing up from his work, a smile on his lips. “this is a surprise.”

he’s looking over blueprints in his office—— peace and quiet.

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