Safe and Sane

Someday he was going to stop sleeping at the club.

It wasn't tonight, honestly. He curled up on himself, looking tiny and even younger than he was, face pressed against his shoulder as he curled up in the space of a single cushion on the couch. He had a pair of glasses pushed up, tangled in his hair and his shoes and books were in a messy pile on the floor, just the space of one couch cushion.

The room was quiet, and empty apart from Jabez. He hadn't touched a piano in years, and God knows he'd never been good at playing. But there was no one here he had to impress right now, and the unoccupied piano had seemed inviting. He smoothed his hands over the keys, trying to remember some snatch of song he'd played way back when, but at sound at the door froze him. He turned his head carefully, smiling faintly at the new arrival and relaxing again when he could see the other person in the room with him. "Good afternoon."