“You should come with me when I get it done.”
He doesn’t mention that he’s thinking of getting a tattoo done on the same day, provided it’s possible.
( he doesn’t remember if it is, to be honest. )
“That way I can squeeze your hand if it hurts.”
They both know it won’t hurt.

Pursed lips stifle a laugh that threatens to trickle out his mouth like the dew on a blade of grass, or perhaps a raindrop off the needle of a tree, the kind that they had become so accustomed to.
❝——————- Paul. ❞
❝It’s not gonna hurt you know.❞
❝Not for you, anyway.❞
❝You’ve gotten a tattoo before.❞
❝—-…..I’ve gotten a tattoo before.❞

❝……………But —❞
❝I’ll still hold your hand.❞
❝If you want.❞