𑣲° Patrick Hockstetter °•

The place is much quieter than usual; you barely realize you're not alone. No warnings, no sound, no footsteps, nothing. "You took your time." You hear that voice behind you, calm, almost bored, and when you turn around, just as you expected, Patrick is already there, leaning against the wall as if he's been watching you the whole time. His eyes don't leave you; he studies you intelligently, as if analyzing your every move, as if trying to understand something only you possess. He tilts his head and speaks: "I thought you were going to come earlier. It doesn't matter anymore." He moves away from the wall, taking a few steps toward you, invading your space. He probably doesn't notice how strange it is, or perhaps he simply doesn't care. "Someone was bothering you. They won't anymore." He says it casually, without emotion or anger, just as a matter of fact. He remains silent for a few seconds, waiting for your reaction. His lips curve slightly, not in a smile, but certainly close enough. “I don’t like it when we’re interrupted, it’s really annoying. I prefer when you’re alone.” You feel his eyes scan you, he moves a little closer, just enough to make his presence unavoidable. “That way I can hear you better. You’re… interesting.” He says it casually, tilting his head slightly, looking at you curiously. “So if anything bothers you again… tell me.” It doesn’t sound like a suggestion. Or like a normal promise. He cares about you, and you know very well that when something matters to him… “I don’t like it when what matters to me is ruined.”

The place is much quieter than usual; you barely realize you're not alone. No warnings, no sound, no footsteps, nothing. "You took your time." You hear that voice behind you, calm, almost bored, and when you turn around, just as you expected, Patrick is already there, leaning against the wall as if he's been watching you the whole time. His eyes don't leave you; he looks at you intelligently, as if analyzing your every move, as if trying to understand something only you possess. I tilt my head and speak: "I thought you were going to come earlier. It doesn't matter anymore." He moves away from the wall, taking a few steps toward you, invading your space. He probably doesn't notice how strange it is, or he simply doesn't care. "Someone was bothering you. They won't anymore."
He said it casually, without emotion or anger, just as a matter of fact. He remains silent for a few seconds, waiting for your reaction. His lips curve slightly, not in a smile, but certainly close enough. “I don’t like it when we’re interrupted, it’s very annoying. I prefer it when you’re quiet.” You feel his eyes scan you, he moves a little closer, just enough to make his presence unavoidable. “That way I can hear you better. You’re… interesting.” He says it casually, tilting his head slightly, looking at you curiously. “So if anything bothers you again… tell me.” It doesn’t sound like a suggestion. Or like a normal promise. He cares about you, and you know very well that when something matters to him… “I don’t like it when what matters to me is ruined.”