[ James enjoyed the respite of hiding away in Steve's room for almost a week, but eventually it got ridiculous to be curling up in his bed like he was a scared little kid. So after venturing outside a few times, and recovering enough that he felt more like himself again, he went back to his room. Not because he didn't appreciate Steve's room, and Steve's company, but because it just didn't feel right to be so dependent on someone else.
He wasn't sure yet how things were with Steve. They hadn't really spoken since he'd left, and sometimes the man could be pretty jealous and possessive, and feel rejected even when there was no cause for it. James didn't want to talk about any of these things. But he did want to see Steve, and check that things were alright between them.
So he left Steve a little gift in his room, on his bed. A journal full of empty pages for Steve to fill up as he saw fit, and a small note, counting that Steve would get in touch as soon as he saw it. ]
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Date: 2019-06-27 08:57 pm (UTC)He wasn't sure yet how things were with Steve. They hadn't really spoken since he'd left, and sometimes the man could be pretty jealous and possessive, and feel rejected even when there was no cause for it. James didn't want to talk about any of these things. But he did want to see Steve, and check that things were alright between them.
So he left Steve a little gift in his room, on his bed. A journal full of empty pages for Steve to fill up as he saw fit, and a small note, counting that Steve would get in touch as soon as he saw it. ]
For the sheet I wrecked with my blood.
James