Mark Sheppard (![]() ![]() @ 2011-02-23 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | mark_sheppard, sam_guthrie |
Sam
He wasn't sure what time it was, but it was late enough that Mark had the common room to himself. He sat perched on the back of the couch, swinging his legs and feeling morose despite the full glass of milk and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. He just couldn't shake the strange, empathetic loneliness he felt every time he thought about his roommate--or the white hot whine of fear that the same thing could happen to him at any moment.
One minute, drinking milk. The next...boom.
He sighed and set the glass aside, drawing up a leg to rest his chin on his knee, shoulders hunched. He needed someone to come join him, distract him. He needed touch. Mark glanced toward the door, swinging his leg, chewing on his bottom lip, willing someone to step through.
Another five minutes and he'd be sneaking into Santo's room again, bothering the other boy for yet another night. He didn't want to be a pest, but he needed...something.