you-dropped-your-forgiveness: purplesocrates:treacle-a:Sometimes, when he’s driving back from to
you-dropped-your-forgiveness: purplesocrates: treacle-a: Sometimes, when he’s driving back from town, he considers leaving. He pulls over to the roadside, listens to soft ‘tink’ of the cooling engine and lets his thoughts jump away. Like a tied dog though, they always returns to the same settling place. Not because of a rope, but because to be anywhere else seems unthinkable. He sees Hannibal’s expression as he watches his approach, and something blooms (warm and red) inside his chest - “You were gone hours. I was worried.” - and he can’t remember a time in his life when anyone has seemed so grateful just for his existence. *clutches heart* <3 awww this is perfect. -- source link