fiveyearsalone:

                he has to make sure, examining the wound closer,
                gently flipping her hand over. when he’s sure it is
                indeed, only a scratch, he sighs in relief, and his
                hand spreads on her’s, stretching her fingers, as
                if he was measuring his palm with her own in a
                sign of affection before letting go. 

                         ’ you scared the living shit out of me. ‘

                         ▋▉ ❘ ❙ ❚ — ❛ ollie it’s——  ❜ 

                              too late. he’s already palming her hand, looking
                              her arm over with concern wrought over his ex-
                              -pression. sighing, she let him. making him 
                              worrying further wasn’t going to do anyone any
                              good.

                                          ❛ i told you it was just a scratch.  ❜