“Hey, Jeremy. I gotta talk to you.” Rich’s voice was a little quieter than normal, not containing its usual bubbly energy. He scratched absently at his wrist, watching the other, hoping he wouldn’t react badly. Not that it was anything bad — it just felt weird being so serious, especially when he tended to avoid situations like this as if they were the plague.
;; couldn’t decide on fluff or angst so have both?? richjer supremacy <3