Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
Joey watched her rub the scuffed spot on the shoe until it didn't stand out, listening as she talked. To him, she was peaceful; a dove-white blessing that didn't push him like the rest of the world seemed to at times. His siblings were volatile, and even that he could handle with the comfort of childhood familiarity, but it was all the middle ground stuff that left him conflicted and stumbling. He contemplated the run in her stocking, mapping the disoriented fibers, the snag and spread that made an obvious line up the front of her leg. It was only after tracing it to the bottom hem of blue that he recognized the snag as a part of her and not something to contemplate thoughtlessly, like a crack in the ceiling.
He looked away, momentarily guilty until he pointed his attention on the clasp of their hands. Joey remembered the dream, swingsets and churches and the way he always ran away. But he wasn't running away right now, and he figured that even if Ella had candles to light, and even if she promised that everything could be okay, he wasn't taking off. He didn't even want to, and maybe that was as much an improvement as anything lately.
"What if its already better?" Eyes lifted to look at her.