Jag finished his cigarette in silence, letting Coby's words settle with him. He needed a moment with them, and the truth they found in him. This time he did pocket the cigarette butt when he was done smoking it, and he walked back from the surf to come and join Coby, sitting right beside him, close enough for their legs to touch.
They'd ended up spending the night in the same bed enough that touch with Coby wasn't as loaded as it used to be. It was a thing of comfort, now, and welcome.
"I wish I could just - go. Travel. If I'm going to be cut off from her, from everyone else. I wish I could travel."
He'd adapted remarkably well to sedentary life in London, but this was something else altogether. Every day was the same here, and every day he saw the same faces, the same handful of buildings, the same landscape.
Besides, in London he'd always known that he could get back to the road if he wanted.
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Date: 2018-01-04 07:45 pm (UTC)They'd ended up spending the night in the same bed enough that touch with Coby wasn't as loaded as it used to be. It was a thing of comfort, now, and welcome.
"I wish I could just - go. Travel. If I'm going to be cut off from her, from everyone else. I wish I could travel."
He'd adapted remarkably well to sedentary life in London, but this was something else altogether. Every day was the same here, and every day he saw the same faces, the same handful of buildings, the same landscape.
Besides, in London he'd always known that he could get back to the road if he wanted.