aidan
he's fine.
everett is freaking out over nothing.
yes, it was terrifying. yes, he could have died. yes, he had a nightmare... but he's fine.
"everett, i'm good," he says from the couch while everett starts making noodles. his legs are propped up on the coffee table. "seriously."
"you promise?"
"yes. why don't we talk about more important matters?"
everett shoots him a raised eyebrow and a glare. "what could possibly be more important than your life?"
"you held me in your arms that night."
"you're making it sound way more romantic than it is," everett responds, but there's a blush on his cheeks. "i was... comforting you."
"i liked it. thank you."
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the recovery project [2]
Historia Cortait does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.