[ Grey doesn't know how many hours pass. He doesn't really keep track of it. He was told Thomas was coming, and he is not leaving until Thomas comes.
So he waits, and waits, and then eventually, eventually, the sound is the right one, and he looks up.
He hasn't put the light on. It hadn't occurred to Grey; he'd grown up with the dark, and there's some deep-seated part of him that's still more comfortable in it. That face makes his eyes bright and wide, and rimmed with shadow because sleep is an impossibility tonight.
But the moment his eyes light on Thomas' face, the tension leaves his shoulders. He takes a breath, and his eyes briefly close.
He can't answer that question, so he just lifts his shoulders in an uneven shrug. He puts his hand on the cheeseburger bed. Is Thomas okay? Will he sleep now? Will he be safe? ]
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So he waits, and waits, and then eventually, eventually, the sound is the right one, and he looks up.
He hasn't put the light on. It hadn't occurred to Grey; he'd grown up with the dark, and there's some deep-seated part of him that's still more comfortable in it. That face makes his eyes bright and wide, and rimmed with shadow because sleep is an impossibility tonight.
But the moment his eyes light on Thomas' face, the tension leaves his shoulders. He takes a breath, and his eyes briefly close.
He can't answer that question, so he just lifts his shoulders in an uneven shrug. He puts his hand on the cheeseburger bed. Is Thomas okay? Will he sleep now? Will he be safe? ]