amusing myself with a little hitch ft. romper tonight…
As soon as filming’s well and truly over, Harry shrugs his arms out of his… coveralls? onesie? jumpsuit? Mitch isn’t quite sure what you’d call the pinstriped thing that Harry’s wearing. He hasn’t asked; seems like it would be a stupid question.
The top half of it hangs from Harry’s waist as he makes his way through the crew with James, extending hugs and fist bumps. He’s got one last button still done up to keep the thing from falling down entirely. It stretches in its buttonhole above Harry’s hipbone, weighed down by the the sleeves dangling past his thighs. He looks like a dragon halfway through shedding its skin.
Mitch can’t look at him, and at the same time he can’t look away.