Kit couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. Somehow, as a result of another chance encounter, he'd agreed to go grocery shopping with Ty.
Grocery shopping. With Ty.
What had he been thinking?
It was near closing time - outside, the sky was a deep blue, the colour of crushed velvet, of rich satin. Inside, the overhead strobe lights flickered occasionally. Ty had walked ahead, and Kit noticed that the lights gave his hair a blue sheen, giving him a small halo. Ty almost looked like an avenging angel, with his tall, angular features and ring of artificial light.
Kit mentally checked himself. All this time away from home was making him sentimental.
Ty turned, his grey eyes stark in the dim aisle. Kit was suddenly reminded of the night they unofficially met, in that stupid cupboard.
"What?" Ty had said something, but Kit hadn't been paying attention.
"We forgot the fruit." Ty repeated calmly.
"Right." Kit hid his smirk.
"Why are you smiling?" Asked Ty, with no trace of suspicion in his voice. It was just an honest question.
"I-" despite such a simple question, Kit had to think about his answer carefully. He wasn't used to things - people - being simple. "I've just never met someone so organised. Seriously."
Ty nodded, as if Kit's answer were an intriguing one, and he was mulling it over. He picked up an apple, and the crimson set off the pallor of his skin.
Kit would look back on this evening and wonder whether or not he had been possessed. Perhaps he had been, and he was glad of it, because whatever had possessed him clearly saw something in Ty that Kit had barely scratched the surface of yet.
He reached out to touch the inside of Ty's wrist - his pale, delicate wrist, criss-crossed with purple and blue veins. He skimmed the fragile skin like it was water, and there was so much underneath that he didn't know.
Ty let him. Kit had no idea what this meant - he had no idea that, right now, Ty's mind was exploding with feelings and sensations and words. Kit thought that Ty would let anyone touch him, but he wasn't just anyone.
Kit traced his finger up and onto Ty's hand, carefully taking it up in his. Both their hands were soft, and Ty closed his eyes, his dark eyelashes sweeping down across his white cheeks.
The click-clacking of heels reverberated against the linoleum floor, startling them out of their quiet.
"Excuse me," said a supermarket employee angrily, "but it's past closing time. Are you going to pay or not?"
Ty glanced at Kit. Kit shrugged, and carried his basket to the checkout, his mind swirling with wayward thoughts.