( grasping onto someone when he’s adrift? not his usual style. if he’s going to drown, he’s going to do so without submerging anyone else in the process. the problem is that he’s trying not to think, scrambling to escape the rabbit hole he’s fallen into. he’d been curious and frankly, incapable of punishing himself any longer and he’d scrolled through the dualcams in an effort to devour something. he’s not sure now who did the consuming — him or the allure of what was showcased online.
there’s not enough of a window for archie to deliberate and bail. he’s alone in the hallway and then at once, inside, pulled up close and personal ( probably because he doesn’t have the good sense to use his feet as an anchor ) into william’s space as the door clicks shut behind him. he curls his fingers around the mug, it's obviously a ruse, doesn't mean he wants to pause and pick up ceramic shards off the floor. the other braces high on william's chest, stabilizing himself on his shoulder. )
I'm not here for the stupid sugar.
( he doesn't have a handle on what he's here for, not down to a science ( he's real bad at the sciences anyway ). archie's just painfully aware of the hand in his shirt, close but not close enough, nearly touching him. an almost heat, almost relief. it's the thrill of being yanked into a stranger's room when said stranger is roughly double his age, give or take, it's the danger of putting himself in a questionable scenario. if he doesn't want archie to stare at his mouth, he should say something. do something. )
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there’s not enough of a window for archie to deliberate and bail. he’s alone in the hallway and then at once, inside, pulled up close and personal ( probably because he doesn’t have the good sense to use his feet as an anchor ) into william’s space as the door clicks shut behind him. he curls his fingers around the mug, it's obviously a ruse, doesn't mean he wants to pause and pick up ceramic shards off the floor. the other braces high on william's chest, stabilizing himself on his shoulder. )
I'm not here for the stupid sugar.
( he doesn't have a handle on what he's here for, not down to a science ( he's real bad at the sciences anyway ). archie's just painfully aware of the hand in his shirt, close but not close enough, nearly touching him. an almost heat, almost relief. it's the thrill of being yanked into a stranger's room when said stranger is roughly double his age, give or take, it's the danger of putting himself in a questionable scenario. if he doesn't want archie to stare at his mouth, he should say something. do something. )