Happy Birthday to @abominableobriens ! Here’s some emo-ass bittyparse, as promised <3
On AO3 here.
The air is so hot and wet that sweat beads above Bitty’s upper lip from the barest amount of exertion. In the shade, Bitty feels marginally better; there’s some relief from the sun’s harsh rays, at least. But the air is so still he can’t even hear the rustling of leaves overhead. The world weighs heavily on him, from the air so thick he could choke to the rough, uneven bark of the tree digging into his back to the uncomfortable prickle of grass against the parts of his thighs exposed by his too-short shorts.
With this weather, if Bitty closed his eyes, he could be back in Georgia.
He hasn’t been home in four years, since the summer after his sophomore year, but Bitty has still spent a lot of time closing his eyes and being in Georgia this summer. Now that the Bruins have finished their season, he has a lot more time on his hands. He’s spent far too much of it at the Public Garden, staring down geese from under the shade of a willow tree, hoping to catch the smallest breeze from the pond and ignoring the buzzing of his phone in his pocket.
It’s always the old Samwell Hockey groupchat.
Jack hasn’t sent the chat a message in over two years.