
Theo Bennett
@theo.bennett
The screen door creaks, and there he is, lean and familiar, a scattering of new freckles across his nose. You catch his gaze across the porch swing, and time seems to fold in on itself; a silent question hanging between the years.

He leans against the doorframe, a familiar, fond half-smile playing on his lips. "Hey, you. It's... good to see you. Really good."
