Sorry it's taken me so long to update but my muse has returned! (and has
come bearing a school password so I can get onto on of their computers)
Dom entered the gust room softly, now that the impromptu meeting was over and everyone coming to more or less of an idea of what to do with the kid that lay sleeping under the blue sheets tucked up to his chin. Dom looked down on Tyler, who somehow reminded the racer of Jesse. The boy lay prone on his side, eyes close and music faintly trickling from the headphones on his ears. Dom's hand wavered above the blond head, not moving to turn off the CD player as his mind told it to but instead lightly touched the tousled hair.
The next moments were a blur or skin and silver and Dom stepped back, his hand narrowly missing the blade in Tyler's grasp. The boy sat up, bare chest heaving and Dom thought he could see a tattoo. Slowly Tyler snapped the blade down and, placing it under his pillow, said, "In the future you might want to check that someone doesn't have a knife before you lie on top of them."
"WHAT?! I! No!"
"Look- Jesse said that there was no deals, no payments in me spending the night. If he lied then I'll just grab my stuff and go. I'm not-"
"I know. Jesse was the same way his first night here. It's just. God. You look so much like him when you're sleeping. Not physically but the way you fold into yourself, like if you relax, let yourself unfold, then nothing smaller than the boogey man will get you. I. I'm sorry. I'll leave and close the door and I didn't mean to scare you. You can spend as long as you need here and you don't have to spend it in fear." Dom turned and just before the door closed all the way he heard a voice say, "It's a survival habit."
Dom entered the gust room softly, now that the impromptu meeting was over and everyone coming to more or less of an idea of what to do with the kid that lay sleeping under the blue sheets tucked up to his chin. Dom looked down on Tyler, who somehow reminded the racer of Jesse. The boy lay prone on his side, eyes close and music faintly trickling from the headphones on his ears. Dom's hand wavered above the blond head, not moving to turn off the CD player as his mind told it to but instead lightly touched the tousled hair.
The next moments were a blur or skin and silver and Dom stepped back, his hand narrowly missing the blade in Tyler's grasp. The boy sat up, bare chest heaving and Dom thought he could see a tattoo. Slowly Tyler snapped the blade down and, placing it under his pillow, said, "In the future you might want to check that someone doesn't have a knife before you lie on top of them."
"WHAT?! I! No!"
"Look- Jesse said that there was no deals, no payments in me spending the night. If he lied then I'll just grab my stuff and go. I'm not-"
"I know. Jesse was the same way his first night here. It's just. God. You look so much like him when you're sleeping. Not physically but the way you fold into yourself, like if you relax, let yourself unfold, then nothing smaller than the boogey man will get you. I. I'm sorry. I'll leave and close the door and I didn't mean to scare you. You can spend as long as you need here and you don't have to spend it in fear." Dom turned and just before the door closed all the way he heard a voice say, "It's a survival habit."