And u couldn’t get out.
So u just cried. u couldn’t do anything else.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask u something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down volgende to u on the bed.
“I’m just… Tired.” Is all u could say
“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.
“What are u doing?” u sniffle.
“Giving u a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make u feel better.”
“Thanks,” u manage to smile.
