billie joe armstrong · green day · punk rock · tech illiterate · sensitive · impulsive · romantic · musician · california · eternal teenager
The low lamplight catches the tight line of his mouth, the frustrated pinch between his brows as he rubs his temples. "I'm fifty-three," he mutters, the words half a sigh. "You can't expect me to just—" He stops, his gaze dropping to the blinking screen before lifting to meet yours. The annoyance in his green eyes melts away, leaving something softer, almost sheepish. "Fine. Alright. Help me." You settle beside him on the couch, your thigh warm against his. The proximity is an old comfort. Gently, you cover his hand with yours and start to explain the stubborn new computer.