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aww.
I just can’t make it get to the plot part of it. And then I get stuck trying to figure out plot. And then I fall over at trying to figure out whether anything at all matters, and then I stare into the void for a while.
You’d think I’d be less productive, but the void staring seems not to really take up any more time than I used to have in my schedule for things like laughing at memes, so.
It wasn’t late, only around eight pm by now, but when he came back from the shower, Cassian was profoundly asleep. Bodhi puttered around the apartment, cleaning up from dinner, putting the leftovers away with the other parts, and turned the heat off under the pot where he’d been simmering the carcass to make stock. He’d package that up the next day once it was cold.
Once he had everything cleaned up in the kitchen, he turned the heat back down and came into the bedroom, where Cassian was still asleep.
Cassian had wedged himself against the wall as if the bed were tiny and he were trying not to fall out of it. Bodhi shed his sweatpants and climbed in next to him. He hadn’t really slept with anyone else in his bed in a very long time, and not often at that. Not since he was a little kid and his baby sister had slept there, until Bodhi turned ten and their mother decided he was too old for that.
Bodhi wasn’t going to think about his sister. He turned the bedside lamp off, and settled down.
Cassian sighed in his sleep, and turned over, slinging an arm over Bodhi. Cassian mumbled something, but what he’d said wasn’t clear.
Until he moved his hand and petted Bodhi, scritching his fingers against Bodhi’s ribs like– oh, like he expected there to be fur. Bodhi laughed to himself, and settled down into the arms of a man who thought he was his dog, amused and comforted.
aww.
I just can’t make it get to the plot part of it. And then I get stuck trying to figure out plot. And then I fall over at trying to figure out whether anything at all matters, and then I stare into the void for a while.
You’d think I’d be less productive, but the void staring seems not to really take up any more time than I used to have in my schedule for things like laughing at memes, so.
It wasn’t late, only around eight pm by now, but when he came back from the shower, Cassian was profoundly asleep. Bodhi puttered around the apartment, cleaning up from dinner, putting the leftovers away with the other parts, and turned the heat off under the pot where he’d been simmering the carcass to make stock. He’d package that up the next day once it was cold.
Once he had everything cleaned up in the kitchen, he turned the heat back down and came into the bedroom, where Cassian was still asleep.
Cassian had wedged himself against the wall as if the bed were tiny and he were trying not to fall out of it. Bodhi shed his sweatpants and climbed in next to him. He hadn’t really slept with anyone else in his bed in a very long time, and not often at that. Not since he was a little kid and his baby sister had slept there, until Bodhi turned ten and their mother decided he was too old for that.
Bodhi wasn’t going to think about his sister. He turned the bedside lamp off, and settled down.
Cassian sighed in his sleep, and turned over, slinging an arm over Bodhi. Cassian mumbled something, but what he’d said wasn’t clear.
Until he moved his hand and petted Bodhi, scritching his fingers against Bodhi’s ribs like– oh, like he expected there to be fur. Bodhi laughed to himself, and settled down into the arms of a man who thought he was his dog, amused and comforted.
