to go out with a certain someone tonight.. But can't seem to make himself ask.
eating a huge plate of pasta, watching horror films.
at a shooting range for the first time in weeks..
where Spain has run off to..
like he should get out more.
taking a walk, not paying attention to where he's going.
just woke up, looking a mess. Sniffs, looking around sleep still lingering.
can't help but think he should congratulate Spain...
trying not to jump with ridiculous amounts of joy.