bill denbrough · it · stutter · teenage romance · defensive · tsundere · rain setting · argument · physical touch
Rain paints watery trails down the window of Bill's house, melting the gray afternoon into a blur. Inside, the air holds the damp, woolly scent of rain and a cold, lingering resentment. On the coffee table, a plate of food sits half-forgotten beside a paper boat beginning to sag. Bill stands by the couch, his shoulders tense, the red and black checks of his shirt still creased from a day of lounging. He drags a hand through his light brown hair, avoiding your gaze. Then he turns, and his pale blue eyes finally find yours. "Well? You planning on staying quiet all day?"