[ keith looks at him like he's expecting answers half the time, and he's never quite sure what to tell him.
just that, he'd like to tell him something, anything to shake that blank, searching stare out of his eyes. it's all right, you'll find it, but he doesn't know what keith is even looking for. he doesn't know why he let the boy drive all those miles just to sit, drenched and dusty in his little room.
half of him is still possessed by a dream, his fingers flexing by degrees where he's holding on. i'm back, he wants to say. i'm here, as if it'd make keith stop looking at him in that same sad, lost way, as if he were a stray to pick up off the streets. ]
Dry up next to the heater. Sorry. I didn't think about checking the weather.
[ he squeezes once, thinking of how it felt, an old cabin's roof over their heads, and keith curled comfortably, head tucked under his chin.
but he's already letting go to find a spare towel. ]
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just that, he'd like to tell him something, anything to shake that blank, searching stare out of his eyes. it's all right, you'll find it, but he doesn't know what keith is even looking for. he doesn't know why he let the boy drive all those miles just to sit, drenched and dusty in his little room.
half of him is still possessed by a dream, his fingers flexing by degrees where he's holding on. i'm back, he wants to say. i'm here, as if it'd make keith stop looking at him in that same sad, lost way, as if he were a stray to pick up off the streets. ]
Dry up next to the heater. Sorry. I didn't think about checking the weather.
[ he squeezes once, thinking of how it felt, an old cabin's roof over their heads, and keith curled comfortably, head tucked under his chin.
but he's already letting go to find a spare towel. ]
Tea or coffee?