[admittedly, the weight of Grey on top of him feels good, bracing - keeps him in the present as opposed to floating away and assuming all of this is fake.
it’s not fake, though.
the both of us…
we really…]
I guess… We needed that…
[the hand at rest on Grey’s hip lifts and moves to lay the palm on his back, feeling the rhythm of his heart and rise and fall of his breath. real. present.]
no subject
[admittedly, the weight of Grey on top of him feels good, bracing - keeps him in the present as opposed to floating away and assuming all of this is fake.
it’s not fake, though.
the both of us…
we really…]
I guess… We needed that…
[the hand at rest on Grey’s hip lifts and moves to lay the palm on his back, feeling the rhythm of his heart and rise and fall of his breath. real. present.]