His white shirt was untucked, his red tie was hanging loosely. His blond hair was ruffled, and his expression was one of fuck the world and everyone in it. He looked thinner, darker, more haunted, but his green eyes were sharp and focused again. “Oh my god,” Claire choked out, running up to us, clutching her chest. “Is that—” “Joey,” I filled in with a small nod. “Yep.”
YEAHHHH
