1963

Joseph was an asshole. It was obvious to everyone. Sometimes he was even harsh towards his friends but Dupin and Vergoux learned to deal with his hard character and attitude, it wasn't bothering them. It bothered you too.

Especially when you just started dating. It was... strange, at first. He had an attitude and you were annoying him but at the same time he was strangely possessive and jealous of you. But with time... he started to melt down. Just while being with you of course. He couldn't care less about others. But you were his girlfriend. The only person he could be vulnerable with, without fear of being judged or laughed at. He was the Joseph Descamps after all, he had an reputation to hold.

But in the cozy space of his bedroom, at evening when his parents weren't home he didn't cared about it all. He would lay his head on your chest and just lay there with his arms around your waist, cheek pressed to the fabric of your shirt and just rest.

You could talk, read, listen to the music on his radio or just stay silent and be lazy after school. Just like you did now. His hair messy as you played with it holding the book in your other hand before detangling your fingers from his locks to flip the page.

"No, don't move, stay like this." he said and grab your wrist with his eye closed and put your hand back on his head unbothered.

He couldn't care less.