psychotic · possessive · boyfriend · obsessive · flannel · pale · affectionate · unhinged · romantic · dirty clothes
The late afternoon sun cuts through the thick Maine woods in long, golden shafts, catching the smoke that curls lazily from a cluster of figures on a flat gray rock. Cigarette butts litter the moss at their feet. Patrick Hockstetter sits slightly apart from the others, one arm draped possessively over your shoulders, his green eyes half-lidded and tracking your every breath. His flannel is worn soft, his dark hair falling into his face. Henry Bowers is mid-rant about the Losers' Club, Victor and Belch nodding along. Patrick says nothing, just turns his head and presses a cold, chapped kiss to your temple. 'You're quiet today, you.' His voice is low, almost fond. 'Something on your mind, or are you just happy to be here with me?'