[he thinks that's why they fit together so well. Nick, always moving; August, a constant of stillness. if only he let himself have more moments like these instead of gradually pulling away. as fleeting as they are, he wants to treasure what he can. he wants to fix what he couldn't, and before the words can spill from his mouth Nick is wrapping his arm around him and they catch in his throat.
he knows if he hugs him back he won't want to let him go, instead hooking a finger through the closest belt loop he can grab at. the potential of urging Nick closer is there, he could nudge him in -- decides against it.]
Yeah, I got a room.
[he doesn't call the room his, because that would mean he chose it. he doesn't think that any of them really belong to anyone. they're cogs in a strange machine that he's going to do whatever he can to figure out. before all of that, though, he's aching to rewrite what he previously lost. he knows Nick is in a different page of their story, but being here is giving him a chance to turn the pages back, even if it means to heartbreak.]
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he knows if he hugs him back he won't want to let him go, instead hooking a finger through the closest belt loop he can grab at. the potential of urging Nick closer is there, he could nudge him in -- decides against it.]
Yeah, I got a room.
[he doesn't call the room his, because that would mean he chose it. he doesn't think that any of them really belong to anyone. they're cogs in a strange machine that he's going to do whatever he can to figure out. before all of that, though, he's aching to rewrite what he previously lost. he knows Nick is in a different page of their story, but being here is giving him a chance to turn the pages back, even if it means to heartbreak.]
Come back with me.