at first, jonathan was reluctant to accept help from anyone outside their family and friends. given how protective he was over will, it came with great trust to allow anyone within their small, cramped trailer that they called home. but he’d heard great things about jamie.
“yeah, yeah— I meant, of course you do.” jonathan chucked nervously. “but just in case, here’s the microwave.” he gestured towards the hunk of metal. “and the phone, of course. My mom can be reached at work.” he approached the device hanging on the wall, haphazardly playing with it and perhaps, making a fool of him. “and lastly, the TV. Will really likes movies, so if you have any favorites...”
‘ @sweetwitts / i love you sm