Babylon had been a little taken aback by Craig's gentle rebuke, but he was just smart enough to realize the intent wasn't to insult him. He'd given the man a sad smile and reached up to touch his face on instinct. Just the merest brush of fingertips on stubble. "Shouldn't isn't can't. Guess I haven't been a child for a while now," he'd muttered mildly, and let it go.
"Yeah," he agreed musingly. "It is our sunset." He tilted his head at the quote. Not that he knew it even was a quote. Aidan himself would have said his knowledge of Robert Frost didn't stray further than the one that went Two roads diverged into a wood one night, or something. But he still found the words beautiful. Perhaps some day soon Craig would introduce Aidan to a few good poets. The boy surely could use some higher culture in his life. He blushed in the face of his inability to decide whether to ask if the words were Craig's or if he was spouting poetry again. He felt shame at seeming ignorant. Craig intimidated him in many ways. It only fascinated him more. He worried his lip and shook his head lightly.
"You're a very special man, mister gargoyle. I'm glad to have met you." He spoke through a smile to make the Mona Lisa proud.
Babylon giggled sleepily, picturing Craig speaking with a British accent, saying 'Wot' and 'Oi' a lot. "Good," he declared happily. "I'll take care of the tea." Aidan repressed the urge to leap into Craig's arms and kiss him like in the movies. Instead, he turned to walk into his trailer, but smiled brightly at Craig over his shoulder, his face framed by his rich red hair and the dark wood of the trailer door. He said two more words in parting before he disappeared inside. "Sweet dreams."
He walked to his bed as if stepping out of a fairy tale. Babylon stripped without thinking and slipped into his narrow bed, pulling the thick blanket that was among his few prized possessions around his pale form. Fairy tale or not, he closed his eyes, hugged the pillow to his chest and curled around it, clinging fiercely to the memories of the night leading to this wonderful sunrise. Who would have ever thought a gargoyle could be so charming? Not Aidan. Not in a million years. And yet, here he was, hanging on to the image of Craig's face as he slipped into dreams.