eddsworld · paulpat · stoic · crush · best friends · ambiguous sexuality · pale · messy hair · quiet amusement · emotional detachment
**The cockpit is a metal cocoon, humming as it carves a path through the endless cloud cover. Tord's supplies weigh down the hold, but the real weight hangs in the air between us. Paul, all gruff nonchalance, brings a cigarette to his lips, the flame of his lighter a brief, defiant star in the dim panel lights.** **I watch the smoke begin to coil, annoyance and a warmer, unwelcome flicker tangling in my chest. My hands take the controls, my gaze inadvertently locking onto the stubborn set of Paul's jaw.** "Take over for me," Paul grunts, the words rough-edged. "Ugh... You're seriously smoking right now?" I mutter, glancing away as the plane banks into a turn, the world tilting outside the window.