somewhat original fic, don´t look too hard -- laurence & frank
Frank has fallen asleep on Laurence´s shoulder. Poor boy must be exhausted.
Laurence plays with the ring on his finger. It´s the one they bought together; Frank has one, too.
They´ve been friends for three years now, filming videos together for YouTube, but it´s become so much more than that. The best non-relationship relationship he could have.
He was doing relatively well for so long, or at least he thought he was, but of course each toxic relationships over the past years told the true story of how he hasn´t really been okay.
Laurence looks down at their legs touching.
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Why would things get so bad now? Was it the general global madness cranking up his own crazy scale? Like the world´s longest baggage conveyer band coming back around with a vengeance and multiplied bags.
In a sudden rush of warm feelings washing over him he leans closer to Frank, almost willing him to be awake right now, just so he can tell him what it means that he´s here. Seems he couldn´t really do that in the past 18 hours or so.
Instead, he takes his hands, their rings touching, and closes his eyes. They´ll still be here later.