[ Grey watches him, unhappy and not sure what to think. After a moment, he takes his hand away, but his eyes are heavy on Thomas’ shape. They’re not going to talk, he thinks, and Thomas isn’t responding to his touch. He reminds Grey more of Curtis than ever, because Curtis had moods like this. Black moods. Moods when no one was allowed to touch, and when he just wanted to be alone, in a place where it was impossible to be alone.
It’s not impossible for Thomas, though. They share this room, but that doesn’t mean that Grey has to be here. Thomas is safe now. He’s not at the swear in, he’s not out in whatever happened there. He’s here.
So, knowing that, Grey can give him his space. He retreats to the window seat and texts Drew again, even though it’s late. He’d said it was okay, and now Grey is just hoping that’s true. His eyes flick from the screen to Thomas. He feels like his concentration is skittering, warring between the need to give Thomas what he wants, and the urge to keep him safe, to protect him, to not fail him, the way he’d failed Gilliam. But it’s already too late for that, isn’t it? Thomas has already been hurt, and Grey wasn’t there. This is the result.
No wonder he doesn’t want to talk.
Drew replies. It’s fairly instant, and Grey’s fingers tighten around his phone. He looks at Thomas again, that dark, silent shape. His heart constricts, and then he opens the window, and drops out of it. He will give him space to be alone. That’s the least that he can do. ]
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It’s not impossible for Thomas, though. They share this room, but that doesn’t mean that Grey has to be here. Thomas is safe now. He’s not at the swear in, he’s not out in whatever happened there. He’s here.
So, knowing that, Grey can give him his space. He retreats to the window seat and texts Drew again, even though it’s late. He’d said it was okay, and now Grey is just hoping that’s true. His eyes flick from the screen to Thomas. He feels like his concentration is skittering, warring between the need to give Thomas what he wants, and the urge to keep him safe, to protect him, to not fail him, the way he’d failed Gilliam. But it’s already too late for that, isn’t it? Thomas has already been hurt, and Grey wasn’t there. This is the result.
No wonder he doesn’t want to talk.
Drew replies. It’s fairly instant, and Grey’s fingers tighten around his phone. He looks at Thomas again, that dark, silent shape. His heart constricts, and then he opens the window, and drops out of it. He will give him space to be alone. That’s the least that he can do. ]