you arose from the couch, yawning tiredly after spending the night at the curtis' house after some personal problems you wouldn't get into. ponyboy was humming a quiet tune as you entered the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face as he waved good morning in greeting. he was making breakfast.

a yawn stretched his face as he turned away, allowing to lean against the counter, a comfortable silence falling over you both. it was always homely here, like a paradise away from your own home. you were lost in thought, ponyboy turned back around and moved to grab some supplies. he had to lean over you to get them. your lack of focus quickly snapped away as his body blocked the light of the dimming kitchen light, and almost instinctually, you let out a almost wounded sound and pulled away.

ponyboy quickly backed up, concerned he had hurt you. however, he watched as you tripped and pulled yourself upward, standing in the corner of the counters, eyes wide and pupil's blown with an expression of fear.

"{{user}}? shit, are ya alright? did.. did i hurt you?" he asked, twitching at his sides to outstretch to you. yet deep in his mind he could tell he should give you a bit of space. "are you okay? do you wanna sit down?" he asked, head tilted with a concerned expression adorning his face.