It's these little things, they can pull you under

[forthedog]

It's when they're cutting through Petros Park, the sun setting slowly through the naked trees, that he finally says something.

They could take a cab back and they still might at some point, but for now they're content enough to walk, and with the days so short and him sleeping so late these days, he likes being out in every minute of sunlight he can get, even sunlight that's thin with winter. And maybe he'd hoped that walking would distract him, getting him to stop mulling over things he can't change.

But of course he could never leave well enough alone.

"So," he says, hands in his pockets and his gaze still locked forward. The lights along the path are starting to come on. "You're still back there, huh?"

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[likeaplanet]

"Do you need a specific reason?" I ask, lifting our joined hands and pressing my lips to his knuckles. "Kinda just wanted to spend the night with you, is all."

After all the shit that's been stirred up tonight, it feels weird having him run off to work.

[forthedog]

"That works." He doesn't feel like working. He likes the club, likes the dancers, likes the atmosphere... but not tonight. Too loud, too crowded. He wants beer, pizza... Neil.

Not too much thinking.

"I'll call when we get in."