joseph.

joseph smiles, because that’s what he’s best at. the breeze touches his face and scalp, and he sighs into it, glad to be outside rather than cramped in his office or stuck at home. he looks over at laurence as they walk, an aficionado at eye contact during conversation.

     ‘   what was your old neighborhood like? i don’t think you’ve talked about it before.  ’

                    laurence  meets  joseph’s  eyes  for  a  moment  before  his  gaze  darts  away,  not  quite  comfortable  with  the  sustained  eye  contact.  his  fingers  twist  in  his  hoodie  pocket  and  he  tips  his  head  to  the  side.  

❛  my  old  neighborhood??  it  wasn’t…  bad.  a  little  nosier  than  this  one.  not  as…  well  maintained.  ❜  lips  purse,  unsure.  ❛  a  good  place,  though.  it  was  just–  time  to  move.  ❜