James (jamesownsit) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-04-10 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | james, will |
Tuesday - April 29th, 2008
Who: James and Will
When: Early Tuesday Morning
What: James is waiting up for Will to come home.
Where: James' apartment
The text messages between he and Will had James a bit worried, at least the last few they'd sent did. So of course he couldn't sleep. He had been sleeping, sort of, on the couch, earlier, but now... He was sitting on the sofa, anxiously awaiting the angel's return so they could talk through whatever it was that was bothering him so much. He hated this feeling though, the one that came with waiting, the anxious knots tight in the pit of his stomach. It was... sickening.
Hands clasped in front of him, on the edge of the cushion, James was sort of rocking back and forth as he waited, looking at the clock every couple of minutes to find that only a few minutes had gone by. Finally, after what felt like hours, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps leading towards his door. So he closed his eyes, took a breath, and tried to wipe the anxiety from his features. He didn't want Will to know that he had worried him.
"Hey." He said once Will had stepped inside, keeping his voice soft so as not to startle him seeing as how he had been sitting, which he just now consciously realized, in the dark of the living room. He frowned a little, clearly taken back by said realization, and then stood to flip on a lamp which shone a dim light into the room.