there is a shadow in the corner of your heart

by TheFigureInTheCorner

A series of drabbles about Castiel and Lysander, both as friends and as lovers, none of which relate to each other and all of which are going to be dark in some way.

5. the squeak of leather

Lysander isn't crying now, but when he looks up at you you can see the tear tracks on his face. He doesn't bother to hide them; you've seen him cry before. You want to say something to him but it won't do much good anyway. He can't hear you.

So instead you wordlessly wrap your arms around him, patting his back. This only seems to make him cry harder.

"I can't hear your jacket," he whispers, burying his face in your shoulder. He trails off with the realization that he can't hear himself now, either.