[And there's a delay on his end too, moments dragging out far longer than they should as his fingers hover uncertainly over the keys, teeth pressing down tight into his lower lip. He wants to say that he's frightened, that he doesn't want to look, but it isn't something he wants to openly admit.
Eventually he stands however, head tipped forward to hide the tear-tracks streaking his face]
no subject
Eventually he stands however, head tipped forward to hide the tear-tracks streaking his face]
a building
some chairs?
i don't know