DON’T LEAVE ME // @interdiit

     john’s lip wobbled gently, as he turned on his heel, trying to pretend his hands weren’t shaking as he began to put the groceries away, an act he all but forgotten in the chaos that was this random encounter with… of all people gilbert du motier. he almost wished it had been thomas jefferson. maybe then he could throw a punch. “martha still isn’t talking to me… i haven’t even met frances…” he mumbled, attempting to shift the conversation.