[Wolfwood’s smile falters. His expression shifts into something that’s…difficult to discern as he stands there almost dumbfounded, and, from Ain’s perspective?
It probably looks bad. Really bad.
Even worse when Wolfwood suddenly takes his arm with a weird sense of urgency, even though Ain was whispering and only they two could have possibly heard.]
…get in the car. We can talk about it more in there.
[To Ain, this probably sounds like he’s about to get murdered in his crush’s car. But in reality, this is NOT a conversation they should be having in the open, nor is it one Wolfwood wants to have beyond the tinted windows of his truck (tinted because he’s mafia).
In reality, his heart feels like it might explode. He’s..dizzy with relief. Giddy. Ecstatic. Nervous.
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It probably looks bad. Really bad.
Even worse when Wolfwood suddenly takes his arm with a weird sense of urgency, even though Ain was whispering and only they two could have possibly heard.]
…get in the car. We can talk about it more in there.
[To Ain, this probably sounds like he’s about to get murdered in his crush’s car. But in reality, this is NOT a conversation they should be having in the open, nor is it one Wolfwood wants to have beyond the tinted windows of his truck (tinted because he’s mafia).
In reality, his heart feels like it might explode. He’s..dizzy with relief. Giddy. Ecstatic. Nervous.
Dear god please help him.]