#* ecrin 〳thread

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@gccdwitch gets  a  closed  starter  !

"  ugh!  "  the  exclaim  that  fell  from  her  lips  was  minutes  of  pent  up  frustration,  "  august  —  i  swear,  i  was  doing  so  good  then  boom.  "  the  palms  of  her  hands  connecting  with  quick  force  to  create  the  sound  of  her  making  the  impact  on  the  snow.  "  i  think  they  even  clipped  it.  "  her  hand  going  to  massage  the  area  that  was  affected,  which  on  a  scale  from  zero  to  ten,  it  was  nonexistent.  just  the  feeling  of  falling  effected  her  perception,  "  this  is  why  i  don't  like  snowboarding.  it  looks  harder  than  it  feels."  lips  protruding  further  than  than  their  normal  position,  she  pouted  at  her  hurt  ego.  "  how  are  you  liking  all  this?  "  with  a  cut  of  her  previous  feelings  she  focused  on  the  other  with  a  hint  of  tenderness  as  her  knuckles  brushed  passed  his  own.

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she  didn't  doubt  their  relationship,  nor  did  it  have  place  within  her  bundle  of  feelings  when  it  came  to  theo.  at  moments  of  self  insecurity,  she  thought  that  he  could  do  better  or  that  she  was  taking  up  too  much  of  his  time.  her  admiration  for  him  was  evident,  learning  from  him  all  while  she  gets  to  be  this  close.  ecrin  was  appreciative.  feeling  his  hand  being  placed  over  her  own,  her  gaze  flickered  up  to  meet  with  handsome  features.  hearing  that  he  wanted  her  caused  a  group  of  butterflies  to  flutter  within  her  stomach.  "  hey,  it's  okay.  that''s  what  i  like  when  you're  expressive.  "  she  softly  reassured,  pulling  his  hand  up  to  her  cheek  to  lean  into  his  palm.  "  long  day?  "

Theo couldn’t help but let out a sigh at her response. On one hand it was good that she shared the thoughts he’d been having, but he almost wished that she didn’t. If the worries had been his and his alone, it might’ve been easier to just brush them aside; push them away to be dealt with another time (if at all). Sensing her nervousness and not wanting her to worry, he reached a hand out, placing it gently on top of hers. “ No, of course not! Of course I want you… ” his voice trailed off as his free hand raked through his hair. His thoughts on the matter were all muddled in his mind, impossible to discern — it seemed putting them into words was quite the same. “ It’s just…I don’t know, I don’t even know why I brought it up. ”

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❝ —tag dump for ECRIN YILMAZ! ❞ 🌿

* ecrin 〳ship 

* ecrin 〳visuals

* ecrin 〳musing

* ecrin 〳wants

* ecrin 〳texts

* ecrin 〳thread

* ecrin 〳ft. 

* ecrin 〳verse ( + ) 

* ecrin 〳listen

* ecrin 〳connection

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the  femme  narrowed  her  yes  as  she  was  completely  conflicted  on  whether  to  test  the  waters  or  simple  do  as  he  says.  her  lips  pursing  for  a  brief  moment  before  letting  out  a  deep  exhale,  her  eyes  rolling  before  folding  her  arms  across  her  chest.  a  childish  but  silent  tantrum,  "  fine.  .  ."  a  quick  response  before  taking  a  step  towards  the  open  door,  ecrin  didn't  want  to  make  it  hard  on  him  but  he  was  giving  her  little  to  work  with.  "  at  least  act  like  you  have  some  life  to  you.  i'm  a  delight  to  be  around.  "  mumbling  as  she  crawled  into  the  backseat.  semi  widened  eyes  landing  on  rhys,  "  i  can  try  to  make  it  easy  for  you  as  well,  just  meet  me  halfway?"

“if you don’t go home? that merely wouldn’t be an option because id pick you up and toss you into the back of the car. i really don’t have the time or patience for this. get in the car and you can rant and rave about your issues once you get home. your father wants you there so please, i don’t like this anymore than you do, so get in ecrin, now.” he wasn’t going to play this game with her at least not right now, not when there was too much on the line. he stood by the door, holding it open for her hoping that just this once she wouldn’t give him a hard time.

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" no, actually, i think it was made to annoy you. unless you have ideas. "

ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ    :    f   .

❝ do you ever think about what else you could be using that mouth for ? ❞

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the last comment was an attempt to go back to their normal banter as the moment of vulnerability made itself known. her words were true and authentic as she viewed august to be the most intriguing person she came across. hence why she couldn't stop trying to befriend him. he could jeer at her all day but she wouldn't budge. ecrin found it endearing when he did. any other girl would have been embarrassed or upset, but not her. she grew immune to it and didn't bother to take it to heart. which she was known for besides being shallow. " don't do that. " she whined, her lips spreading a this laughter as she tended to his hand with care. it slightly annoyed the woman when he thought of it as a joke when it was true. it was obvious among the friend group when the two would be in close quarters, she's trying every play in the book to get him to look her way. of course it was after dating a mutual friend and the messy break-up. when august denies her of something she was always given, it sparked intertest. when he agreed she was going to let out a cheer but was cut short when he noticed how close he was. her nose brushing his made a visible shade of rose spread across the apples of her cheeks. " um, " blinking multiples times, she cleared her throat while staying close. " would there be a problem with that? " a genuine and innocent smile had spread on her lips./@gccdwitch

“No, actually,” he replies, tone clearly sarcastic, one of his eyebrows raised. “I usually whine more but I’ve toned it down tonight. Defending your pride wore me out.” It’s not exactly a lie; August is usually bitchier and complains a lot but it’s not the fight that has him more quiet than usual. It’s all Ecrin’s fault, he just can’t stop getting distracted by her. Seeing her get so nervous catches him off guard, it’s just not something he’s come to expect of her. His careful, slightly amused observation turns into honest laughter at her description of him. “Oh, that’s a good one! Have you considered doing stand-up instead of cheerleading? I think it might suit you better.” The idea that August can make someone feel excited or good is beyond hilarious. Sure, he’s aware Ecrin has some inexplicable fascination with him and he finds her efforts to get his attention well, not endearing because that sounds nice and the word nice should not be used in the same sentence as his name, but definitely entertaining. It’s a fleeting, fragile curiosity in his opinion, one that he’s sure is going to dissipate the moment she actually gets to know even a little about him. “But fine. I’ll bite.” August leans into the redhead’s space, grin all teeth and not even a little friendly, and he stops close enough that their noses almost brush. “I am free. Why? Do you wanna wine and dine me, Ecrin?” / @serxndipities

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" hmph. " she hummed in a grumpy yet humored manner. her cheeks slightly puffing out but snaped back to their normal state, " you're saying stop smiling but . . . you and i both know it's true. " placing a hand on her hip but keeping her peppy smile. " i am a bitch and you didn't have to do that. " her eyes almost seemed as if they were filled with admiration. which they were. " of course, winner. " the title rolling with her dreamy like tone. gently she started to tug the grumpy man in the direction of the basement, the usual hangout spot for their friend group. the first guy to ever punch someone, was the one that didn't give her the time of day. " it was the right thing to do. " she mimicked him. " you know it's true but you still punched him. " she spoke as she opened the door for the both of them. " the most i - aka your prize, can do is take care of you. " / @gcddamnvampire

"Like I've just given you a puppy. Stop it," he said, rolling his eyes. As a general rule, he didn't tend to hang out with people like her. She was far too cheerful and upbeat for his liking, not to mention slightly obnoxious, but for some reason he continued hanging out with her. "I did it because he was an asshole and it was the right thing to do." A shrug as he tried to tuck his hand away, but then she focused on it. He hesitated for a moment before placing it in her waiting palm. "The basement, I think. I don't really want to linger around here. C'mon."

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" you can't do both? " with one brow perked, ecrin tried her best to muter a performative grin. it wasn't hard to tell that the situation was grand since her dad actually employed someone to watch over her. she didn't think a threat would lead to this but, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling in the back of her head. " oh c'mon on, you're like, throwing my vibe off." the woman huffed before running a hand through her hair— a nervous habit. " can you at least tell me what's going on? i'm missing practice for whatever this is, and . . . i never seen my dad like that. " / @cherridream-replies

〈 ♡ open starter feat. rhys sexton. 〉

ꕤ he is known to be assertive, dominating, and stoic with a occasional splash of sweetness.

ꕤ open to: m & f. | age gaps are welcomed.

ꕤ plot: rhys has been hired by your father to protect you from an arising threat against him and your family.

ꕤ fc: charlie hunnam.

❝ im not paid to be fun. im paid to keep you alive. ❞ he’s been in this business for years and he would always decline jobs like this because dealing with little brats who never take anything seriously had always gotten under his skin. but, nonetheless, he took this job as a favor to a friend he would have to just suck it up in the end.

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ecrin’s  eyebrows  had  raised  as  she  hung  onto  the  last  word.  she  desperately  wanted  to  know  what  he  was  going  to  say  to  the  point  she  was  physically  leaning.  she  was  rattled  with  joy  as  this  was  the  closest  she  had  ever  been  to  maxwell.  being  this  close  to  where  she  noticed  the  sculpted  features  in  the  best  view.  front  row.  ecrin  might  have  been  shallow  and  self  absorbed  but  it  was  truly  rare  when  she  cared  for  another’s  well  being.  hearing  being  called  a  bitch  was  like  throwing  a  feather  at  a  brick  wall.  almost  laughable.  but  seeing  the  guy  that  couldn’t  stand  her  punch  her  former  date  in  company  made  her  feel  satisfied  and  highly  flattered.  she  felt  noticed.  she  didn’t  remember  if  it  was  an  insult  or  sarcasm  that  sparked  her  interest,  in  the  beginning.  now  she  was  tending  to  his  swollen  hand,  “  yeah  yeah.  you  and  I  both  know  I  am  a  bitch  and  you  punched  him  for  it.  poor  thing  I  think  I  might  have  seen  stars  for  him.  “  her  shoulders  were  slumped  for  a  moment  but  she  perked  up  as  if  they  weren’t.  “  cigarettes.  really?  you  see  this,  “  she  motioned  to  her  frame.  hands  going  up  and  down  as  she  grinned  with  pride.  “  cigarettes  are  cheap  and  leave  a  bad  taste  in  your  mouth.  im  more  of  a  cigar,  i  can  make  anyone  look  good.  “  the  red  head  spoke  before  flipping  her  hair  behind  her  shoulders.

" I know I didn't, I just...." He trailed off and shook his head, realizing he didn't have a response to give her. Did he regret his decision? Absolutely not. Did he wish he had done it outside of her line of sight to get that look off of her face? Yes. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. Maybe because he hated how cute she looked with her eyes lit up like that. NO. No, that was definitely not it. Because he didn't think that. It was definitely because it was annoying and he knew she was never going to let him live this down. Yes, that made a lot more sense. A heavy sigh left him at her comment, eyes rolling upon hearing the nickname she was probably going to use for weeks, but he did allow himself to be tugged in the direction of the basement. "You're acting like I'm some kind of knight in shining armor who protected your honor. All I did was punch an asshole who deserved it." He tried to explain, but he had a feeling that it was going to fall on deaf ears. "You're my prize?" He questioned as he stepped inside. "Can I exchange you for a pack of cigarettes instead?"

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there  was  a  quirk  of  her  lip  when  she  tried  to  read  for  a  reaction.  she  was  being  truth  with  him  from  the  start  as  she  heavily  relied  on  it.  it's  not  like  she  planned  on  the  guy  being  decked  in  the  nose,  but  she  did  knew  how  he  felt  about  her  which  led  to  the  name  calling.  "  it  was  really  hard  to  get  your  attention.  "  she  hoped  her  flirting  would  lighten  the  mood  as  she  felt  a  slightly  guilty.  yet,  she  had  always  been  selfish  and  vocal  about  it.  "  shut  up.  it's  kind  of  what  i  like  about  you.  "  ecrin  nudged  his  arm  with  her  elbow  before  bringing  her  hands  to  his  arm  to  hold.  "  how  can  you  find  something  wrong  in  pottery?  "  she  questioned,  a  humored  grin  found  its  way  to  her  lips  while  gently  tugging  him  in  the  direction  of  the  front  door.  "  dumb  blobs  of  clay  can  turn  into  neat  apology  gifts.  "  she  was  certain  she'll  receive  a  text  from  their  mutual  friend  on  the  scene  that  was  displayed  and  their  exit  after.  "  i  also  want  to  see  if  you're  creative.  you  might  like  it!  "

“Oh.” He scratches the bridge of his nose, the motion strangely awkward. Truly, August has no room to judge or reprimand her because in the grand scheme of things making someone jealous isn’t even that bad. He, himself, has done much shittier things with actual malicious intent. And though he thinks it’s pretty dumb it had actually worked, he had been jealous until he got angry. Still, he shelves it as something to bitch about at a later point.  “Yeah,” he agrees when Ecrin says he’s not fun, simply shrugging. “I warned you, though.” Her next suggestion brings out a sigh out of him. “Of course you’ve wanted to try pottery. That’s such a cliché date idea.” Gus shoves his hands in his pockets (pretending not to wince when his bruised knuckles touch the fabric) as he looks at her, weighing his options. “Fiiiine,” he drawls. “Making dumb blobs of clay it is then.”

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she  didn't  want  to  admit  it  but  she  was  using  her  date  as  a  way  to  august  pay  attention  to  her.  was  it  selfish?  yes.  did  it  work?  yes.  the  guy  was  clearly  interested  in  one  thing  when  it  came  to  ecrin,  not  one  question  about  herself—  which  everyone  knows  it's  her  favorite  topic.  he  was  already  on  strike  three  with  her  but  august  made  it  easy  with  the  third  strike.  the  timing  was  perfect.  "  i  mean—  i  couldn't  get  your  attention  any  other  way.  "  there  was  a  sheepish  grin  as  she  played  with  a  random  detail  on  her  shirt.  there  was  slight  guilt  as  if  she  was  child  caught  playing  a  mind  game.  august  just  happened  to  be  the  only  guy  she  put  effort  into  getting  them  to  look  her  way.  taking  as  step  back  she  corrected  the  way  the  strap  of  her  bag  was  on  her  shoulder.  "  you're  no  fun.  "  her  words  were  small  and  accompanied  by  a  pout.  "  hmmm,  i've  always  wanted  to  try  pottery.  "

Though he probably shouldn’t, August finds it incredibly amusing how little Ecrin seems to care about her so-called date. Not that the asshole deserves her to care for him after he’d insulted her but still. He thinks it’s funny. “Did you come here with him to try and make me jealous or something?” he jokes, cocking an eyebrow. He hopes that wasn’t her intention, at least. August isn’t sure he remembers the last time someone seemed actually, genuinely excited to spend time with him. Maybe his siblings, occasionally, but thinking about that upsets him and he has no business being upset right now. “I’m shit at it,” he tells her flatly, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think you’d like seeing me fall on my face. I wouldn’t.” August tilts his head, pursing his lips. “Can you try to pick something that’s preferably going to end in less bodily harm? Like, I don’t know, one of those drinking and painting nights or just a regular bar or something?”

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witnessing  august  defend  her  without  hesitation  sold  her  on  being  resilient  when  it  came  to  at  least  getting  one  date  from  him.  when  they  spoke  within  the  group  it  was  always  a  one-sided  type  but  there  were  moments  where  she  would  felt  that  he  was  actually  listening.  especially  when  she  went  through  a  difficult  break-up.  he  might  have  been  as  stiff  as  a  board   when  she  consoled  in  him  but  he  was  there.  just  like  now,  ecrin's  gaze  was  tender  as  she  viewed  him  in  a  different  light.  "  eh,  he'll  live.  "  lifting  her  shoulders  then  dropping  them  casually.  the  guy  was  a  decoy  just  so  she  wouldn't  come  to  the  party  by  herself  but  she  gained  someone  more  genuine  yet  sharp  int  he  end.  "  oh  my  god,  okay!  "  the  red  head  cheered  for  a  second  them  tried  to  gain  her  composure.  getting  up  from  the  stool  before  tossing  the  now  melted  ice  pack  in  the  sink,  "  how  are  you  with  skating?  " / @gccdwitch

It baffled him how she was so hell-bent on spending time with him despite all his efforts to convince her it was a bad idea. Or maybe that’s what contributed to his allure? Forbidden fruits are always the sweetest and all that bullshit. August thinks there’s something admirable, maybe even cute about it. Her rambling about her achievement is undoubtedly adorable, though, and he has a significantly harder time trying to fight off the more genuine smile that tries to appear on his face. “Mixing colours can be pretty hard,” he offers instead, his voice perfectly flat to mask his amusement. “Well, I’d reckon your date’s feelings might be hurt,” he jokes. He doesn’t care about his feelings, obviously, and he’s pretty sure the douche has other things to worry about currently. “But alright, let’s hang out. You took care of me so how could I possibly say no now?” / @serxndipities

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she  had  the  sense  that  he  knew  what  he  was  doing,  but  she  wasn't  complaining.  it  was  sudden,  though.  going  from  the  sarcastic  replies  to  being  inches  away  from  his  face  was  causing  her  head  to  spin.  gently  letting  go  of  his  hand-  even  when  she  didn't  want  to,  ecrin  fidgeted  with  her  fingers  as  her  cheeks  stayed  warm  and  stained  with  red.  "  you're  so  wrong.  this  is  the  smartest   thing  i've  ever  done.  well,  after  i  made  the  perfect  shade  of  pink  to  go  with  my  shoes,  but  that's  besides  the  point.  "  the  rise  of  excitement  in  her  town  had  lowered  to  compose  herself.  even  with  her  rambling,  she  did  find  a  way  to  view  august  in  the  best  way  possible.  to  her  it's  what  he  deserves.  "  you  never  really  gave  me  the  time  of  day,  so  maybe  we  can  spend  the  rest  of  the  night  hanging  out.  what  could  it  hurt?  " / @gccdwitch

His eyes narrow slightly in interest as he watches the rosy hue that spreads across Ecrin’s cheeks. There’s something so endearing and amusing about watching her get flustered and he’d managed to make it happen two times in the span of a couple minutes. Interesting. It honestly makes August tempted to actually lean in and close the distance between them completely. But then again, what fun would it be to give in so easily? Teasing her is so much more entertaining. He studies the curve of her mouth for a couple more seconds before leaning back, giving her as much space as possible, considering she still has his hand in her possession. “A problem for me? Not at all. For you, though… well, I can’t say it’s your smartest decision. But who am I to try and stop you if that’s what you want?” There’s a cocky smirk playing on his lips and he shrugs his shoulders. “So, is that the plan for the rest of tonight, then? You’re taking me out on a date?” / @serxndipities

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ecrin rolled her eyes as she allowed him to whine and jeer as much a she wanted. if she was any other girl, she probably would have been offended or upset by the constant bickering. but that wasn't her case. she liked it. august was her opposite and he managed to tell her no from time to time. something that she wasn't used to hearing so she grew attached to him in the most silent way possible. her actions of course giving it away as their mutual friend would say. " do you always whine this much? " she giggled softly. finally looking up to meet his eyes then nibbled on the inner skin of her cheek, " are you. . . i don't know, pfft. " blowing a random raspberry out of sheer shyness, " areyoufreetonight? " completely rambling over her words while her cheeks matched the shade of her hair. ecrin could feel the familiar fluttering in her stomach, usually when she's about to compete but this was a different case. " im always excited when im around you. you make a room feel good. i mean, when i'm not there i guess." / @gccdwitch

“And you are,” August agrees, nodding his head. “I’m not dramatic. I’m just honest. And giving you sound advice for once.” His gaze turns to his hand and stays fixated there, carefully following Ecrin’s movements, his whole body tense as if he’s preparing for another physical altercation. The cold stings but, surprisingly, he doesn’t bitch about it. “I guess you do have a point.” He brushes his bangs behind his ear with the hand that’s not currently being babies. “How do I look? Am I very handsome? Think I can sweep him off his feet?” His mouth remains firm but he wiggles his eyebrows. “You wouldn’t be too jealous when I eventually send you an invitation to our wedding, right?” Her touch keeps distracting him. Few people are allowed to touch him for a prolonged period of time, it’s just not something he’s comfortable with. But this feels nice. August blinks at the sound of his name, annoyed with the way something in his stomach flutters when she says it like that. “Ecrin?” he mimics, trying to make his voice sound like hers. “What is it? Did you get tired of being a nurse already? I thought you were sooo excited.” / @serxndipities

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rolling her eyes at his words, ecrin had a large smile glued on her face while she gently held the hand that was turning red. " i thought i was supposed to be the dramatic one. " gently, the cheerleader placed the pack on thee back of his hand and over his knuckles. her smile never fading during it all even if his words were a bit sharp. they had some truth. plus, she rarely had anyone talk to her the way august did. " ruined your chances? it's not to late to say your hand slipped. " she snickered, taking quick glances up to his features then back to his hand. slender fingers holding onto it comfortably as she applied light pressure with a slight massage to his hand. the thought of touching him made her fight another giddy smile. hearing his retort, an audible gasp coming from her with her jaw ajar, " you're talking a lot of ish for someone that's taking care of you, poor thing. " ecrin smirked, obviously bluffing. lifting the pack every now and then to check for swelling, " august? " she called, a bit softer this time. / @gccdwitch

“I don’t think that’s something you should be announcing so proudly. That sounds like an issue, actually. Have you considered working on it? Mentioning it to a therapist, maybe?” Not that August had any right to speak on that when he was oh so painfully aware of the many problems he had and yet did nothing to fix them. He huffs with an over-the-top eye roll. “I didn’t ask about your type. I just said that that douchebag is a douchebag. And he looks like shit company. Personally, I wouldn’t go out on a date with him. Which is a good thing because I’m pretty sure I ruined my chances just now.” He pauses, trying to keep a nonchalant tone despite his growing curiosity. Ecrin seemed fixated on getting his attention, but was he even close to her type? “But well, since you’re offering to tell me…” He watches her get the ice pack out, eyebrows shooting up. “Oh. You’re my prize? I wasn’t aware. Can I go again and win another one?” Still, he just obediently sits down on one of the bar stools near their friend’s island so she can comfortably tend to his wounds. He wasn’t about to refuse a pretty nurse, especially one whose honor he had kind of defended. 

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" oh c'mon, when have i not read into things? " she responded over her shoulder as she kept her nose pointed up while talking pass a few wide-eyed party goers. being in the same friend group, she was brought in as a mutual friend but also as an ex-girlfriend. maybe it was being told no for once in her life made her intrigued. she was aware of how shallow and superficial she can be, but with august it dissolved a bit. which started her growing attempts to get his attention, and luckily she got it now. as much as she wanted to mention their laced fingers she bit her inner cheek to refrain from spoiling the moment. " hmm, i would have never thought you would ask about my type. " leading him to the kitchen where less people loitered, she went towards their mutual friend's fridge for an ice pack. " c'mon, let your prize take care of you. " ecrin chirped as she waved the pack side to side.

“You are seriously exaggerating the situation,” he tells her, scoffing. “Don't read into it, Ecrin. I’m just feeling extra antagonistic tonight.” Though his sour mood had almost everything to do with the fact that she was on a date with someone else. It was silly, feeling almost possessive of her when they weren't even together, and he rebutted any attempts to get closer. His heart starts beating just a little faster when she steps closer and he holds his breath without really meaning to. It's all very ridiculous, really, and he tries to ignore his own body’s reaction, masking it with annoyance. “Oh thank you, I'm sure that's going to help me sleep at night,” he snarks and rolls his eyes, though he easily laces their fingers together and follows after her. “Why did you even go out with him? He looks like a total knob. There’s no way he’s even mildly entertaining.”