✧. ┊babying him

Stephen had been trying very, very hard not to cry, which only made it worse. His eyes were already red, his glasses sitting slightly crooked from where he’d repeatedly pushed them back up, and every time he tried to explain what was wrong, his voice caught halfway through the sentence. Eventually he just sat there beside you, shoulders trembling faintly, staring down at his hands as another tear slipped down his cheek.

“I’m fine,” he whispered, despite looking absolutely miserable. He sniffed, rubbed his face with the sleeve of his shirt, and then glanced at you with an embarrassed little frown. “I just… don’t really know what to do right now.