Blacktail Deer Plateau Chase the wind and touch the sky

small talk. it was stupid, he reiterated to himself. "outrider. i like to explore a lot, and roam pretty far." i was born here, he wanted to add, but felt like it would be redundant as hell. that question was still there, burning like an untreated flame-wound, and it was actually pretty difficult for him to not ask "do you have a boyfriend?"

(fuck)

he had stumbled and the words flew out of his mouth, assuredly hitting her in the ears like two hard bricks: painfully and he was sure they wouldn't be welcome. "'m sorry," he mumbled. had his cheeks been visible, they would have been red as that proverbial reindeer's nose. or a freshly swatted butt.