week 10 | sunday morning

[ here we are in break and rhys' hot mess of a room. like for real, it's pretty messy but they're both kind of used to it at this point. rhys is on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest and arms crossed loosely around them while he looks down at an assortment of socks laid in front of him. he seems pretty deep in thought (about those socks). what could he be thinking about?

and break is doing... something else, that i'll let christy take care of but either way, it's kind of quiet here in casa de shady!

of course, this is when there's a knock on their door. ]