[He gropes around a bit to feel for her hand and curls his flesh and bone fingers in between hers. When was the last time he was this close to someone and he wasn't bleeding and bruised, they weren't trying to wrestle with or kill him? He can't remember. He can't remember touching someone in this way, the way his body reacts to being touched, being held. It should feel embarrassingly needy. It should be stressful.
But. It's Sarah. And he's tired. They both are. The house had fallen into a kind of quiet that he doesn't get in Brooklyn. Beyond the sound of them both breathing, he can even hear the waves if he listens hard enough.
His left arm almost powers down lying a dead weight on the bed as his fingertips trail down the side of her body, down to her thigh.]
When do the boys get back? [He's not ready to graduate from... family friend, maybe? Is that what he is? To... Whatever this is. A momentary lapse in keeping everything repressed. Saying things that had been cautiously guarded and left unspoken. Certainly he doesn't want things to get awkward. He's awkward enough as it is.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
carisma_sensei
Sorry for the delay, been overseas 😬
Date: 2021-11-05 11:55 pm (UTC)But. It's Sarah. And he's tired. They both are. The house had fallen into a kind of quiet that he doesn't get in Brooklyn. Beyond the sound of them both breathing, he can even hear the waves if he listens hard enough.
His left arm almost powers down lying a dead weight on the bed as his fingertips trail down the side of her body, down to her thigh.]
When do the boys get back? [He's not ready to graduate from... family friend, maybe? Is that what he is? To... Whatever this is. A momentary lapse in keeping everything repressed. Saying things that had been cautiously guarded and left unspoken. Certainly he doesn't want things to get awkward. He's awkward enough as it is.]