[ for a while, thomas stands there, watching him. unsure how to feel about it - guilty, touched, irritated even? numb, is what comes. empty. all of the caring he's had poured and drained out of him, and he doesn't bother flicking the lights back on. just lets out a quiet exhale, looking down at his muddy shoes, and begins to toe them off.
he doesn't know what to say to grey. certainly doesn't have the energy to explain what happened, and, unusual for them, isn't opening his mind up to the typical connection they converse over.
too much in his head lately. he can't stomach the idea of more at the moment.
thomas's socks follow, and he pads across the floor with his toes dragging at the carpet, and when he gets to the bed, flops forward, chest-first, onto the mattress. he doesn't think he'll be able to sleep, but at least he's not moving anymore. as for grey, he's not really sure if he's glad to have him here, and not be alone, or if he'd rather the room be as empty as he'd like his head to be. eventually, he rolls, moving himself to let the side of his head touch the side of grey's, where he's leaned against the bed. hey, buddy. ]
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he doesn't know what to say to grey. certainly doesn't have the energy to explain what happened, and, unusual for them, isn't opening his mind up to the typical connection they converse over.
too much in his head lately. he can't stomach the idea of more at the moment.
thomas's socks follow, and he pads across the floor with his toes dragging at the carpet, and when he gets to the bed, flops forward, chest-first, onto the mattress. he doesn't think he'll be able to sleep, but at least he's not moving anymore. as for grey, he's not really sure if he's glad to have him here, and not be alone, or if he'd rather the room be as empty as he'd like his head to be. eventually, he rolls, moving himself to let the side of his head touch the side of grey's, where he's leaned against the bed. hey, buddy. ]