[Obviously, and it's a stupid thing to say, but he doesn't care. He's at a bad angle to return the embrace, and simply settles into Todd's arms, turning his face out, cheek flat against Todd's shoulder. He's looking at the graveyard around them, only now really beginning to get his bearings. Scattered, dirty figures lay panting here and there, a few propped up against headstones, heavy shadows dominating the scene.
He grasps Todd's shirt, fingers folding into a fist, as though his grasp will keep them together from now on.]
I want to go home.
[Because home is here, now-- their apartment, not their world. He doesn't feel an explanation is necessary.]
☞ death is an elephant, torch-eyed and horrible
[Obviously, and it's a stupid thing to say, but he doesn't care. He's at a bad angle to return the embrace, and simply settles into Todd's arms, turning his face out, cheek flat against Todd's shoulder. He's looking at the graveyard around them, only now really beginning to get his bearings. Scattered, dirty figures lay panting here and there, a few propped up against headstones, heavy shadows dominating the scene.
He grasps Todd's shirt, fingers folding into a fist, as though his grasp will keep them together from now on.]
I want to go home.
[Because home is here, now-- their apartment, not their world. He doesn't feel an explanation is necessary.]