Philip lights a fag as he crosses the street, his gate sauntering and casual. He doesn't look like a man who's been caught possibly breaking into someone's house. Or at least snooping about. Freddie's well aware that Philip's dangerous -- that's half his appeal after all. But this, he's not seen.
This makes him want to ask questions he's not certain he wants the answers to.
He doesn't hear whatever it is Philip says, only sees the movement of his lips before he tugs out his earbuds, gaze dropping to the cigarette. "Bit late, isn't it?" he says, heart pounding in his chest.
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Philip lights a fag as he crosses the street, his gate sauntering and casual. He doesn't look like a man who's been caught possibly breaking into someone's house. Or at least snooping about. Freddie's well aware that Philip's dangerous -- that's half his appeal after all. But this, he's not seen.
This makes him want to ask questions he's not certain he wants the answers to.
He doesn't hear whatever it is Philip says, only sees the movement of his lips before he tugs out his earbuds, gaze dropping to the cigarette. "Bit late, isn't it?" he says, heart pounding in his chest.