Gabe has won but it's a hollow victory, because Connor's not here. Gabe is here, but not the black-haired debutant. He shakes his head, hugs the other closer. That's what he needs, now--to be someone's anchor. To be Niles' anchor.
To be there for him, to remind him. To make him remember him. Him and Connor.
"Sunday football," He murmured. "Trading baseball cards. Talking about the world and girls and Mr. Mattheson's ridiculous hair." Hair...
He sniffs loudly, reaches out. He's still draped over the other, and one hand is holding Niles', the other grabbing the lock of hair. Examining it.
"It's good," He says after a moment, voice still breaking, "That you've kept his."
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Gabe has won but it's a hollow victory, because Connor's not here. Gabe is here, but not the black-haired debutant. He shakes his head, hugs the other closer. That's what he needs, now--to be someone's anchor. To be Niles' anchor.
To be there for him, to remind him. To make him remember him. Him and Connor.
"Sunday football," He murmured. "Trading baseball cards. Talking about the world and girls and Mr. Mattheson's ridiculous hair." Hair...
He sniffs loudly, reaches out. He's still draped over the other, and one hand is holding Niles', the other grabbing the lock of hair. Examining it.
"It's good," He says after a moment, voice still breaking, "That you've kept his."