his eyes flutter shut. exasperated? maybe. there’s a sharp inhale, followed with a shrug. well, a shrug to the best of his ability in his current position.
❝i’m—— i’m sorry. i hate to feel powerless to help you.❞
as true as that was, this was his way of saying there was nothing tucker could do about it.
eyes narrow, & she rolls over so that her back is too him. she’s a bit upset, that he doesn’t try to find more comforting words than those.
” cause, ” he said, leaning forward in his chair but not bothering to stand up. ” you’re pretty. “ as far as he’s concerned, that’s answer enough, but just in case he adds ” & I like pretty things. “
❛well. you’re —— not bad looking yourself. but the staring’s just a bit creepy.❜