[ Deep breath. Exhale. Poe puts his arms back around John, this time in an embrace. ] Okay.
[ He doesn't know how to express what it means, that he tried to back away and John held on. He doesn't know how to say thank you for love he feels like he doesn't deserve, right now. Kindness he hasn't earned.
Poe turns his head so he's resting his temple against John's shoulder. Loosens his hug until he can back up a step and look over at John's bed.
Does he want someone at close quarters?
Yes. Yes, he does. He doesn't want the dreams that might come from sleeping alone. ]
Together. [ God, he's tired. He's more tired than he was in that alley, when all he wanted was to lay down beside his own vomit and drop into the black.
That wasn't the man his mother would want him to be.
One who asks for help, one who accepts it--that's the man his father would want him to be. Tears or no tears, liquor or none. Someone who gives love and receives it with equal grace.
Poe touches his mother's ring lightly. Then he leans forward and kisses John on the cheek. ]
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[ He doesn't know how to express what it means, that he tried to back away and John held on. He doesn't know how to say thank you for love he feels like he doesn't deserve, right now. Kindness he hasn't earned.
Poe turns his head so he's resting his temple against John's shoulder. Loosens his hug until he can back up a step and look over at John's bed.
Does he want someone at close quarters?
Yes. Yes, he does. He doesn't want the dreams that might come from sleeping alone. ]
Together. [ God, he's tired. He's more tired than he was in that alley, when all he wanted was to lay down beside his own vomit and drop into the black.
That wasn't the man his mother would want him to be.
One who asks for help, one who accepts it--that's the man his father would want him to be. Tears or no tears, liquor or none. Someone who gives love and receives it with equal grace.
Poe touches his mother's ring lightly. Then he leans forward and kisses John on the cheek. ]