adrian march (caeteradesunt) wrote in repose, @ 2018-05-16 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, adrian march, patrick gunster |
log: patrick and adrian - punching, the redux
Who: Adrian and Patrick
What: Adrian, new and improved, meets Patrick at the gym after closing.
Where: The gym
Warnings/Rating: P for Punching
Adrian had decided to give up smoking.
It was one of his first decisions after leaving Misha's house, made in bed the day before. If he could be completely clueless that he smoked right up until a few days earlier, he could definitely quit. So he didn't have a cigarette in his hand when Patrick came toward the gym.
He was dressed in a sleeveless tunic and a pair of smart athletic pants which would offer good freedom of movement to try to punch his brother. He was scanning his phone, reading something on the forums, and when he glanced up, his eyes were clear. No pall of fog, no sheen of white, just a pair of dark eyes looking back at his brother, assessing.
"Hey." Things had changed, but not completely. Just as he'd feared, seeing Patrick brought back a wisp of memory, Patrick and Newt under a clean bedspread. He brushed it away, looked past that to scan for details of distress. He might be different, and they might have things between them, but Patrick was still Patrick. It didn't matter that he itched at the corners, had been itching to punch something or someone for days. Paradoxically, his brother's health was what mattered to him. Despite the purpose of this little evening get together.
When he moved away from the corner of the building, he stood straight. Still, there was something not completely at ease about the newfound confidence - as if it didn't sit right, not yet. It was spiked at the edges, and raw. Perhaps it would stay that way. The days since he'd seen Misha had been spent resting or trying to run off excess energy, itching for a little release.