[ he's late. not fashionably so, for once. late-late. the kind of late where you stumble in and realize everyone else is dead. ]
Strange.
[ but at least when stephen approaches him, there's more than a sullen glare to greet him. there's something almost like warmth in his eyes, though the quirk to his lips is still sharp as a knife and just as cold.
he's also older.
not in any drastic way, just in the way of a boy whose finally come into being a man. a little broader, a little more solid. ]
iii.
Strange.
[ but at least when stephen approaches him, there's more than a sullen glare to greet him. there's something almost like warmth in his eyes, though the quirk to his lips is still sharp as a knife and just as cold.
he's also older.
not in any drastic way, just in the way of a boy whose finally come into being a man. a little broader, a little more solid. ]
You look beat, old man.