Title: Some Sort of Love Story
Tousled
Thud.
Carlton reached under his pillow, drawing out his gun as his bare feet hit the floor. The darkness in his living room was back-lit by a street light filtered by the shades. A silhouette of a smaller man with wild, tousled hair and Carlton released his breath and set his gun down on the nearest available surface. The silhouette was hunched over as he took a few steps towards him.
"Spencer?"
The silhouette's owner turned towards him. Carlton could practically feel the man smiling at him.
"You moved the table."
Carlton rolled his eyes.
"It's my table, I'm allowed to move it. Do you always come in the middle of the night?"
Then again, maybe he didn't want to know the answer to that.
Tomorrow's Theme: "Color"