The Color of Silence
Pairing: Crawford/Schuldig
Rating: T
Summary: Crawford doesn't miss anyone, but sometimes, he finds himself hoping that Schuldig will walk through the doors.
It's the little things that he notices. The things that someone could easily overlook if they didn't know something was missing in the first place; like the faint oder of cigarettes that once clung to the couch or the shoes that once created an obstacle in the hallway. Mostly, it's the silence. The unfamiliar, nearly ear shattering silence that has become commonplace in the past few weeks.
It's not that he misses him terribly or regrets not saying something when the German was walking away, it's just that sometimes, he finds himself thinking of Schuldig. They are never deep thoughts, nothing gut wenching; possibly a casual phrase that made Crawford smile or the sounds of Schuldig's laugh and sometimes, just something, Crawford finds himself longing to hear it once again.
The confusion doesn't set in until Crawford turns to give Schuldig an order or he walks into the living room late at night to find it empty and the tv off. Schuldig's hair is still stuck in the fabic of the aged couch and if he tries, Cawford can envision those emerald eyes look back at him.
'I miss you,' the thought lingers in his head before he straightens his tie and continues on to his room.
Crawford doesn't miss anyone yet, sometimes, he finds himself hoping that Schuldig will walk through the doors.
...to be continued...