in a quiet breathing sun-drenched room, there’s a girl wearing laughter instead of clothes. there’s a man lying on his back, hands behind his head, looking at her with something so gentle in his eyes that she cannot bear to look at him for too long. she rolls over and he makes a soft “oof” sound as her elbow meets his ribs. they both pause a soft second as she settles on top of him. “hey you” she laughs. he kisses her mouth with his eyes closed, as light as butterfly wings. “hey” she cajoles “look at me.” he can only manage for a second, their eyes meet and an entire procession of moments pass silently between them. he turns his head away, smiles and sighs “your eyes,” he murmurs quietly. his chest rises and falls beneath hers. “i’m fucked.”