The last time he remembers feeling like this, feeling even close to it, was the last time they were together before he went off to get on the plane that would take him to the field where everything changed. He doesn't remember what hotel, what night, what the weather was like or what they ate and drank, what they said to each other. He remembers how it felt, how just for a moment he felt like he could put his hands against the oncoming future and hold it in place.
He can't, of course. He knows that. But he almost believes it again anyway.
"Shh," he breathes, lips against the corner of Neil's mouth and his hand moving faster, though he doesn't really want him to be quiet. Why the fuck would he? Why wouldn't he want to hear more of this? Except it hurts a little. "Oh, God..."
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The last time he remembers feeling like this, feeling even close to it, was the last time they were together before he went off to get on the plane that would take him to the field where everything changed. He doesn't remember what hotel, what night, what the weather was like or what they ate and drank, what they said to each other. He remembers how it felt, how just for a moment he felt like he could put his hands against the oncoming future and hold it in place.
He can't, of course. He knows that. But he almost believes it again anyway.
"Shh," he breathes, lips against the corner of Neil's mouth and his hand moving faster, though he doesn't really want him to be quiet. Why the fuck would he? Why wouldn't he want to hear more of this? Except it hurts a little. "Oh, God..."