Sometimes you just need a hug.
The latest tweet of Bitty’s sits there staring at Jack from the top of his feed.
He’d found the account a few weeks back and he never built up the courage to let Bitty know. This might be the right time though.
Jack stares at his wall as he thinks it over. He could walk across the hall right now and knock on Bitty’s door and then he’d be there and he could just open his arms and Bitty would fall right into them and he’d finally be holding Bitty right where he wants him. Finally be able to see how far around his arms stretch across Bitty’s back, finally resting his chin on the top of Bitty’s mess of blonde hair, feeling Bitty’s breath fan across his chest.
Jack clutches his phone.
Or he could just stay here. Stay safe and keep this all as a possibility. Maybe it’s better than way. Keep him and Bitty and something that could be. If he goes over there and he gets rejected, that would just ruin him. It would become a never be.
He looks at the tweet again.
He knows that exact feeling. Having a horrible day and feeling absolute shit and telling yourself to just stand up and do something or call someone or just anything to get you out of your head. Riding that edge of frustration and terror, not sure whether you want to yell or cry or sleep.
Telling yourself to get over it before someone asks whether you’re okay and you have to lie, and also desperately hoping that someone notices.
He stands up, phone still clutched in his hand. He’s going to do it.