he’s been WAITING for alex for about twenty minutes now; george was sitting in a chair next to the sofa, leaning his elbows on his knees. hands gripped his phone, which he locks and places upon the sidetable. he then gestures for alex to come to him, patting the sofa arm.
❝ come, i know you’re exhausted. let me help you. ❞
i mean yeah i want you to push me up against the wall and kiss my neck but at the same time i just want to lay in bed snuggled up to you while playing with your hair and listening to our favorite bands