Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

he used to choose to ignore the stares that come his way, ocean eyes a haunting image that creep upon him and leave him fleeing. yet now he basks in them, wondering what exactly that jaime sees that keeps him staring openly as he does. alamar doesn’t give hints that he is aware.
yet the starter conversation draws him on edge, the mere hint of the past a reminder of the weight, the suffocation—how badly he wished his attempts had been successful—how badly he wishes he weren’t a coward.
hn, never… thought much about gardening, he lies, do you want one again?