when you... don't say anything.
pairing: tom holland x reader
he was lounging on the seat in front of you. he was staring out the window, too much focus, too much stress showing on his face. he did that thing with his eyes when he tried to pretend everything was okay, but it wasn’t.
“you’re an actor,” you start, gaining his attention. “but you’re terrible at-”
“can you not? just for one day, just… not. with the teasing and the tough ass nails attitude.”
you take no offense to his words as he goes back to staring out the limousine. his hand fumble with his phone in his lap. you get up, moving to sit beside him. your thighs touch for a second before he moves away.
“hey,” you hum.
your fingers caress under his chin, moving his eyes to you.
“hey,” you repeat. “talk to me.”
he doesn’t answer, just crumples into you. his head rests against you exposed shoulder, his body wrapping around you. you say nothing. you run your hands through his hair. you gently untuck his shirt and your fingertips trace his muscles.
neither of you speak.