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