He feels the but dangling in the air between them, like a plump apple pulling down the branch on which it grows. In all honesty, he doesn't care that much about the flowers one way or the other, but... But.
There's that butterfly restlessness fluttering under his skin again, like he's been holding himself back from something without knowing what it is. A prodding and pulling that has guided his every meandering step through the forest and into this chapel. He recognizes it as a shade of what he felt when he knew that Simon was going to be somewhere — math class, lunch, a party — and he would rush to place himself in his path.
Except Simon isn't here. Not in this chapel, not in this forest, not in this whole stupid manor. And even if he was, he doesn't want anything to do with Wilhelm anymore.
His heart pinches, and he dims with a distant look. In the next moment, impulse drives him to reach for one of the flowers in Matt's bouquet. As he pulls it loose, he curves an innocent look at Matt as if daring him to stop him.
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There's that butterfly restlessness fluttering under his skin again, like he's been holding himself back from something without knowing what it is. A prodding and pulling that has guided his every meandering step through the forest and into this chapel. He recognizes it as a shade of what he felt when he knew that Simon was going to be somewhere — math class, lunch, a party — and he would rush to place himself in his path.
Except Simon isn't here. Not in this chapel, not in this forest, not in this whole stupid manor. And even if he was, he doesn't want anything to do with Wilhelm anymore.
His heart pinches, and he dims with a distant look. In the next moment, impulse drives him to reach for one of the flowers in Matt's bouquet. As he pulls it loose, he curves an innocent look at Matt as if daring him to stop him.