Another EW fic. And, as always, for Kay.
Desideratum, something wanted or desired.
He watched the dark curls fall into tired eyes. Strong hands brushed hair back, sighing over plans, pains, and life as it was.
This was how everyone saw the General. He would stay in his room for days, bending over papers and disregarding his meals.
April would bring food, and try and talk him into eating a small portion. And he would, with the hope that if he did she would go away and let him work.
Jalil simply came in, shook his head, and let him continue. He would sleep when he wanted to, or else just collapse. Jalil would quietly advise him to eat or prove useless, but otherwise let him be.
Christopher watched. He watched David's eyes drift shut after another night of sleepless plots and blueprints. He watched him ignore his dinner, April, Jalil, and himself- if Christopher was willing to let David see him in the shadows of their friends.
He ached to rub the tired shoulders, run his own fingers through the messy chocolate mop of hair, and be under those strong hands in place of the maps and prints and notes and plans.
Then, one night, months into his observations of the brooding boy, David came down to dinner. Chattering stopped momentarily, each person getting their fill of the tanned youth before them.
Sitting across from Christopher, he picked up a knife and started into his food.
"So, Chris," he said thoughtfully.
"Yes?"
"Why did you sleep in my bedroom last night? Or, in my bed, for that matter?"
Christopher blushed, as he had fallen asleep wondering why the other boy wasn't in his room, but was content to snuggle into the scent and warmth of David's bed.
"I- the thing is...Oh. Shit."
"If you want, Chris, you can sleep with me tonight," David smiled at him, and the blond held his gaze. His hands dropped to the table, and David's hand placed over his.
A/N: Reviews are always appreciated, thank you for reading. I know, it's awful and doesn't make sense. Thank you again. -mi