( handholding is very nick, and given the fucked up awakening he's had today, oliver can use something familiar to grab hold of. nick intertwines their fingers and he's gripping on just as hard, leaning his weight into him. the warmth is a huge plus and has him loosening up a bit, tense legs going slack enough to slip partially out of the hoodie. )
I was told my crap should be in my new apartment. ( wherever that is. he has a vague idea but actually getting there is another thing entirely. ) But I wasn't wearing winter gear anyway, it's August. ( or was. it was august. now it's nowhere close to august, is it. his new phone says january something. but the bitching is really just there to cover up how disorientated he's still feeling. everything's new, here. feels new. it's an adjustment. ) Where's yours?
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I was told my crap should be in my new apartment. ( wherever that is. he has a vague idea but actually getting there is another thing entirely. ) But I wasn't wearing winter gear anyway, it's August. ( or was. it was august. now it's nowhere close to august, is it. his new phone says january something. but the bitching is really just there to cover up how disorientated he's still feeling. everything's new, here. feels new. it's an adjustment. ) Where's yours?