Hi all. Just something short that came to me after reading a lot of Newsies fics. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Pairings: Sprace, Javid, Blush (although none really strongly)
Summary: There are some things they don't talk about.
"We all have our secrets, Spot. You of all people should know that."
He did know. He knew there were things they didn't talk about. He knew you didn't ask unless you wanted people to turn their questions to you.
So he didn't press when Jack turned and went back to Dave waiting outside the storage room. He simply watched him unlock the door and pull Dave in before hearing the lock click from the inside.
He also didn't mention when, walking back to his bunk, he saw Blink and Mush pressed together on the same bunk, idly running a hand over one another.
He couldn't afford to question the others when he himself had secrets; things that no one mentioned in the light of day. They didn't mention that he spent more time in Manhattan than was necessary now that the strike was over. They didn't mention when he disappeared for hours at a time and came back with his shirt only half tucked in and his hat on crooked. They also didn't mention another that turned up similarly rumpled. Looks that linger to long aren't brought up by anyone. Touches that say more than they should are observed but never commented on.
He reached the bunk he had claimed as his own, all these thoughts running through his mind. He looked down at his most precious secret lying twisted in the sheet that would soon cover them both. He pulled the sheet back to allow himself to climb into the bunk. Arms and legs tangled quickly and he was soothed by the familiar smells that surrounded him: hair grease and stale cigars. It would always remind him of these moments, moments when everything else fell away and it was just the two of them. There were no secrets here, only each other holding on so tight that it seemed nothing could break them apart.
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