Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

Outside [17]

Outside. I take him outside.

I remember the look on his face when I told him that we were going out. His sleepy, sapphire eyes had shined like never before, the widest, most beautiful grin overtaking his features. He seemed to open his arms and reach forward a bit, but hesitated. I didn't ask why--I'd let his business be his own.

And now, we are sat outside the complex, legs crossed as he picks at the flowers lazily. He glances up at me and asks me how and why we are out here. I respond with a shrug, teasing him by telling him that it's not important.

He whines, leaning forward and bumping me with his head to make me laugh. He does this until I give up and tell him that I had to practically beg the higher up doctors to let him out. At this, he picks his head back up and looks away, a light flush taking over his cheeks. He mumbles a thank you, lips upturning.

He scoots closer to me, nudging my knee with his own in the process. He grins down at the buttercups in his hands, twisting the stems together.

He thanks me again.