Built shittily. ( he reaffirms, and slowly pulls his hand out of the wall, fingers extending out before curling into fist once more, but he doesn’t move to punch the wall again just balls it up tight, keeps his eyes down to watch the way the skin over his knuckles turns white with how tight his grip is.
he turns to face damian, then, lips pursed. jon rocks back on his heels, shoves his hands deep into his pockets, and moves towards him. ) Tea?
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he turns to face damian, then, lips pursed. jon rocks back on his heels, shoves his hands deep into his pockets, and moves towards him. ) Tea?