Jag leaned sideways against Coby before he thought better of it, just because he needed, welcomed, a steady body to lean against. He looked at Coby's cigarette to light the tip, waiting until Coby had taken a drag to let go of the cherry. He took another drag off his own cigarette, then stopped resisting the urge as he turned into Coby, wrapped his free arm around his waist, and leaned his face against his shoulder, tears flowing freely after a moment.
He wanted to tell Coby how grateful he was for him, for everything, but he couldn't say anything just yet. For now, he could only cry, and letting himself do so felt like such a relief, a liberty he had won from his own self.
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Date: 2018-01-02 11:25 pm (UTC)He wanted to tell Coby how grateful he was for him, for everything, but he couldn't say anything just yet. For now, he could only cry, and letting himself do so felt like such a relief, a liberty he had won from his own self.