He stood behind you, his large frame holding you up as you leant back on him. He leant his chin on your head, arms loose but protective around your shoulders and neck.

Joey was tired. He was always tired, but he never failed to act all cheeky at times.

He yawned “how much longer.. we’ve been standing here, debating on an eye pencil for hours..”

Joey walked around the store, trying to distract himself