Attachment – part 4
I draped backwards over the sofa and arched back into a normal position sitting up. A little bleary, I looked at the clock hanging askew on the wall.
3:42 am.
Alone on Christmas. Jesus, this would make a wonderful television drama.
I'd already been to midnight mass, and tried to linger there for a while before jogging home. When I got back, I caught the tail end of a movie I didn't even know they still showed- "It's a Wonderful Life". Seeing everything turn out wonderful and perfect…
Just makes me think of how shitty I feel right now.
I had dinner with Marie and Evan upstairs. It was pleasant- sure. It was depressing- of course.
Idly, I flipped through the channels on tv.
No..
No..
No..
N-
The door opened quietly behind me, and shut the same way.
I kept my eyes on the screen. I wasn't going to look. I just kept my gaze forward and called out the only thing I could think of- "Oi! Merry Christmas, Heero!"
"Hn."
I smil- No. Don't smile, moron. What's the matter with you? You should be furious with him!
Listening, I could hear him toss his bag into his room- probably after doing some extensive reasoning that he would be more efficient if he unpacked tomorrow- and I could hear the floorboards creak as he walked towards the couch.
Wow. I never knew they sold something that could peel a potato 19 ways..
He sat down beside me, and I risked a quick glance at him.
He hadn't been eating.
That's a great way to take care of yourself, asshole.
I could practically feel warmth radiating from him, ebbing at my consciousness in waves of sunli- I can't go into poetics at a time like this. My body, my will, and my mind don't work too well together all the time.
And I leaned into the warmth-leaning against Heero's shoulder. A smile was ready to shatter over my face, but I couldn't. I was too tired right now.
It felt like home.
There was probably something perfect and profound and philosophical thing I could've said right then- but first things first. He had to know this.
"…You have dishes to wash."
(End Act One)
Notes:
The anti-climax, hurrah, hurrah. @_@
I know, I know, it's something of a cop-out ending. Pteh. Oh well.