Thread: Comfort WHO: Tanek Horváth and Neculai Antonescu WHERE: Pegasus dorm, Neculai's bedroom WHEN: Friday night, after midnight
Tanek sneaked through the dark halls of the dormitory. He was not drunk enough to be loud and not high enough to be careless. He knew he should not get caught here. And on most days, he would not have been here. But he had spent most of his night looking at pictures of Sorin, going on a mindless facebook and instagram-bender, committing that beautiful smile to memory. He had tried to draw it, time and time again, and never got it just right.
He missed Sorin every day, but it had become something small and dark and prickly he had tucked somewhere in the back of his throat that only stung when he was faced with something that reminded him of Sorin. And sometimes, it wasn't dark and prickly at all, but something beautiful and sweeping that made him tear up in a way that did not feel hollow and maddening. But some days, like today, the ache got so bad that it hurt, and tore, and clawed at him until he did something about it.
As quietly as possible, he opened the door to Neculai's bedroom and he slipped inside. Smoothly, the door behind clicked shut. He slid over the floor, trying not to knock into anything as he made his way to the bed. Ever so often, he stopped, listening to Neculai's even breathing, though it was hard to hear over the sound of the white noise machine.
When he stood besides the bed, he took a moment to examine Nick's face in the comforting darkness. He felt a pang of longing. Asleep, Nick and Sorin were indistinguishable.
Tanek slipped out of his coat, shoes, socks and pants with relative ease. Quietly, he slipped into the bed, pushing away the thought that this was a terrible idea. He curled up next to Nick and the ache lessened. Tanek burrowed in and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.