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ill be ok

[ Which he says mostly because Drew wanted to hear it, and not because Grey believes it. He's afraid for Thomas, but it's more than that. It's the memory of the others. It's Edgar and Tanya and Gilliam, always Gilliam. It's the ones that he failed. It's the fear of another failure. He doesn't know how to articulate that. He's not very good with words.

So he just reacts. It's a while until he answers again. A while, until he can be certain Thomas is home, and troubled, but ultimately not in any more danger. A while until it's safe for him to get away, because there's nothing more that he can do. ]

its over now . are you still there

you better.

[He figures that's the end of their conversation for now and curls up in the bed, but not before turning the phone on loud and putting it close to his head, knowing fine well the chime from a text would wake him thanks to sensitive werewolf ears. When it does he opens his eyes again almost groggily before looking at the phone and smiling.]

never left. your friend okay?

[ 'Okay' is a strong word tonight. Grey is sitting on his windowsill, with his head against the glass. He's too restless to sleep. It's not happening. ]

alive

safe . theres nothing i can do

then don't worry about it, all right? if there's nothing you can do you don't get to beat yourself up about doing nothing.

i know

[ But he will. Until he finds the one responsible for this, and then he'll hurt them instead. ]

but i should protect him . i promised

can i still see you

Heropa 30. Come over.
unless its too far and i can come to you faster

[Because he wasn't about to argue the other stuff over a text, he wanted to see for himself if Grey was okay.]

not too far .

[ April's house, to Heropa Apartment Complex. That's a well worn path for Grey. He lived at the apartments too, for a while. He leaves the house by the window, and follows the road without ever lifting his head. He doesn't want to see anyone, and he definitely doesn't want to be stopped.

At the complex, he instinctively avoids the cameras around the door, and counts windowsills until he finds the ones for number thirty. Scaling the building is easier than he remembers, switching between windows and drainpipes. He searches until he finds Drew's, and then slides up onto the sill. Leaning against the window, he lifts his hand to knock his knuckles against it. ]

Okay I'll be waiting :)

[He'd been waiting for the buzzer to ring. What he hadn't been waiting for however, was the steady scuffle of someone scaling the side of a building. Then, when there's the sharp rap on his window his head turns to the side and he leaves the bed fluidly, dragging the sheets with him to wear as a skirt as he pulls open the curtains to find Grey on the other side. With a grin he unhooks the latch and throws the pane wide.]

Dude, you got a problem with doors?

[ Grey slips inside like a shadow, always silent and never concerned at how strange it might seem. As far as he's concerned, no one needs to know that he's here except Drew - particularly not the people watching the feeds from those cameras.

With his middle and index fingers, he touches his eyes, and then lifts out his phone to tap the camera. Grey tilts his head, an eyebrow raised. Those things are what he has the problem with. Cameras and watching.

Then he takes in Drew. He's dressed in bunched up bedsheets and looks like he's been lying awake for hours. Which he has been, of course, because Grey disturbed him. Grey's shoulders drop. He puts the phone down on Drew's dresser. He doesn't know whether sorry or thank you would be the better sentiment, so he ends up showing Drew both tattoos, and then gently reaching to push the window closed again. Tonight has not been a good night.

He settles on sorry, and shows it to Drew again. They're all static tattoos, for now. It seems even the moving ones have been, somehow, muted. ]

[He makes the connection between the hand gestures and the camera and gets a confused little expression across his features.] Y'got a problem with the cameras? [Because Drew'd noticed them, of course, but had no problem being watched. Hell sometimes he waved to the damn things when arriving home.

He reaches up then, after the new words, ruffling Grey's hair.] Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. Happen to be kinda a fan of handsome strangers divin' through my window in the middle of the night. [He smiles nice and wide, despite the fact that Grey smells like a lot more negative emotions than he does positive ones and starts walking towards the kitchen area.] Y'want a drink?

[ What problem doesn't Grey have with the cameras? His eyes slide away, and a frown accompanies his look towards the phone. He doesn't tend to film himself even with that. It's rare that he does.

But then Drew ruffles his hair, and his attention snaps back to the other man. Drew couldn't know what that gesture does to him, the memories it invokes. But there is no gesture that could make Grey feel more safe, or at home. Gilliam used to do this. He had done this the very last time they were together. This means intimacy. It used to mean love. Now it means loss, on top of both of those things, and Drew is saying it with such a smile. A beautiful smile.

Grey almost kisses him then and there. He stops himself, and moves to catch his hand instead.

A drink. Drew has already moved on. Grey's mind is still on that hand in his hair. He catches up with Drew, following him and keeping hold of his hand. ]

water ? [ It's all he ever drinks. ] i dont mind

i just want to stay with you .

[He smells a flare up of emotion in the air but shakes his head quickly to relieve the smell. It smelt too raw, too much like invading Grey's thoughts and he didn't want to use his powers to do that. Instead he strokes his thumb over the back of the other man's hand and spins slightly, walking backwards and pulling Grey along so he could still read the words on his skin.]

Just water? Was gonna have a beer myself- [He cocks his head to the side.] Do you drink beer? Or are you crazy healthy?

[He smiles at those next words though, a bright smile full of white teeth.] Y'can stay with me all y'want. I ain't gonna stop you- hell I'd like it. Just like I said last time, I get lonely. Besides, my beds more than big enough for the two of us.

[ Crazy healthy? Grey doesn't know. He doubts it. ]

drugs

they make it cloudy

[ He gestures at his head, and rolls his eyes, because that's his issue with alcohol. With drugs, generally. It's why he hadn't liked it when Drew mentioned drugs to help his lunar symptoms. He's seen what addiction does, and he doesn't want that.

But it's also true that his head doesn't feel good tonight. Even the words on his cheek are faint - barely there, like he doesn't quite believe in them. He's worried. He can't sleep. And he's angry, with the people who hurt Thomas. He's angry because he doesn't know who they are.

He closes his eyes, and the faint words melt away. He sighs, briefly closing his eyes, and focuses on the one thing making him feel better in all this - Drew, and his smile. His hand closes on Drew's and he moves closer, nodding. Stronger words, this time. ]

i'll drink with you

i'm lonely too .

[Drew pulls a little face of confusion and concern, changing his grip on Grey's hand so that he's circling the other man's wrist.]

Then I guess I'll have to try an' keep things clear for you. [Even if he didn't want to push Grey into something, after all Drew couldn't get drunk. He could get high, sure, but after seeing the beautifully skinned boy's reaction and aversion to drugs he couldn't help but realize that'd be a terrible idea.

He breaks their connection only to reach into a fridge and pull out two bottles of beer, tearing off the tops with one hand, knowing fine well that any cuts the metal might make in his skin would heal in seconds before handing one to Grey.]

Then guess its a good damn thing the two of us are here for company, huh?

[ He wishes Thomas would come home. He wishes he knew who hurt him. He wishes everything would be how it was before tonight.

Drew opens a bottle with nothing but skin, and Grey reaches for him at once. He knows those tops are sharp. He knows people use a tool to open them, he's seen Jeff do it. But when he reaches for Drew's hand, he sees no problem.

He healed fast, Drew had said. He hadn't been afraid of going to the swear in because of that. It's not that Grey hadn't believed him; he just hasn't seen anything like this before. He lets out the breath he's been holding, which is the only sound he ever makes. Then he takes the bottle, and takes a sip of liquid he's not used to and tastes like nothing he wants to know.

But it's better than protein bars. Better than Thomas' moonshine, too. He takes another drink, and then looks up at Drew with a nod. ]

i dont want it to be clear tonight

[ His eyes dart briefly around, and then with a fluid movement, he jumps up to sit on the counter beside Drew. His hand lifts to find his shoulder, and his fingers are gentle as they move over it. ]

im glad you're here

im glad you waited .

[He sees Grey's sudden movement and it shocks him a little, his head cocking suddenly, much like a dog going to attention. Except then he realizes the thought process the other man must've been going through.] Hey now, thought I told you I healed fast? [He grins before taking a sip of the drink.] Y'could go ahead and run me through with one of those knives if y'felt like it. [His head swung in the direction of a knife block.] Now how 'bout you stop worryin' 'bout me every five seconds, huh?

[When Grey moves up onto the counter though Drew steps a little closer to him, entering the space between the other man's legs with a grin.] Like I said last time, I'm here for you any time y'want me, Grey. Besides, werewolves don't need a lotta sleep, we've got some pretty good stamina.

[ For the barest moment, Grey thinks Drew means his own knife. Then he understands, and he breaks a tiny smile. He can't stop worrying. Not tonight, especially not tonight.

But Drew is doing a good job of distracting him. Grey responds automatically, legs moving apart to give him space, and empty hand moving up to slide around Drew's shoulders. He slides closer, and his hand rests lightly against Drew's har. ]

no knives for you

none .

[ Werewolf or not. Healer or not. Grey sets the beer bottle down to bring his other hand over. It lifts, and his fingertips brush through the stubble on Drew's neck. It's more intimate than Grey has been with anyone since the Train. His eyelids flicker, and his head tilts, nose nudging against Drew's cheek. He likes this. All his worries could be laid down here.

He wants to ask if Drew wants, but he leans back to search his eyes and ask him with a questioning expression, and not with a tattoo. He's never needed words for this before. ]

[He liked how responsive Grey was, how the two of them seemed to fit together pretty quickly. It was nice, the kind of tactility and intimacy he expected from his friends, the kind of thing he expected from a pack. Even if this facsimile wasn't quite the real thing, it was still better than nothing.]

Fine then, don't gimme knives. Give me somethin' else.

[He grins, eyebrows raising in challenge. He could tell that Grey's expression was searching for something, the kind of thing the werewolf tended to have a pretty good idea of.]

[ This is easy for Grey. Touching, seeking out friendship and comfort. On the Train, Gilliam used to reach for Grey, and Grey would respond with willing obedience. He misses how easy they were together. He will never get that back, because Gilliam is gone. Gilliam had been everything to him, and there's a side of him that has no idea how to let that go.

But there's also a side that wants to feel the ease of that companionship again. He likes Drew's smile. He likes the way he feels when he's around him. He likes the scruff of his beard and the way he's friendly, always friendly, always welcoming. Why can't they?

He wonders, for a moment, if Gilliam would be angry.

Then he looks up, meeting Drew's eyes, and seeing his expression the same as it always is - open, warm, friendly, everything that Grey craves so much. This time, when he leans forward, he does kiss him. It comes from instinct rather than decision, because the conflict of it all is still roiling away inside him.

The moment he makes contact, though, he doesn't seem conflicted. Grey is not inexperienced with this. His hands slide over Drew's shoulders and pull him close, and his lips are soft and warm, and very lightly, they tease at Drew's. He leans in, kissing him gently, and then finishing by drawing Drew's lower lip briefly into his mouth. He leans back, lips tingling and heart thudding. He both wants, and is afraid to want.

His eyes search Drew's again, uncertain. Is it okay? Is this what he wants too? ]

[Drew's hands come up instinctively to circle Grey's waist, holding his lithe form there on the counter-top even before the other man leans in for a kiss. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment the tide turns in that regard, the way the emotions in the room suddenly tip and overflow. His lips are curled up in a smile when Grey's touch his, caught up in the moment.

It was always exciting, kissing someone new, even for a man like Drew who had kissed so many. Especially now that he was a werewolf, because suddenly the loudest noise in the room was Grey's heartbeat and Drew found himself getting lost in the rush of it as a pair of soft and warm lips pull at his own, he leans in instinctively, taking a deep breath through his nose, basking in Grey's scent.

He lets out a little sigh though when the other man inevitably pulls back, his hands tightening slightly as if he was afraid Grey would pull back entirely, he smiles widely though because it was a hell of a kiss- sweet and gentle, unlike some of the kisses he'd had recently. Instead of polluting the moment with words though he just nods eagerly. Of course this was okay, how could it not be?]

[ Something in Grey settles when Drew nods. It's been a long time, for him. He hasn't done this since he got here, and there had been a part of him that feared rejection the way he never did when he was on the Train.

But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.

It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]

[The heat that suddenly sparks between them excites him a little. It wasn't quite arousal yet, it was something more pure than that. Because the thing was he didn't want to just throw Grey into bed the same way he'd do with some guy at the bar. It was nice, this, instead of the way he usually dealt with these situations.

His hands do wander slightly though, pushing the other man's t-shirt out of the way so that his warm hands could settle on warm flesh, thumbs brushing at the skin he found there. He took the experimental tongue as an invitation though, his mouth falling open and his own experienced tongue flicking out to move Grey's even as he takes the boy's weight and supports him. It was a good thing he was a werewolf; his strength supported this kind of motion without any discomfort and if nothing else, it meant he felt more of Drew's body heat between the two of them even as Drew's seems to permeate the air itself.]

[ This is warm. This is very warm. It takes Grey a while to realise that the heat it not entirely what should be expected, that Drew is warmer than another man would be. But at the end of the day, of course Drew is warmer. Why would he not be? He's happier, gentler, more tactile. He's all of those good things. Why not that, too?

He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.

His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]

[The moment Drew realizes that Grey doesn't have a problem with where his hands might go they turn a little more eager, sliding up the other man's spine until they were just below his shoulder blades, with blunt fingernails which then trace their way back down to rest on his hips again. He wasn't interested in pushing too far, it was too nice to just say this way, even as his own heart picked up speed and he seemed to get impossibly hotter.

It was strange, the feeling of Grey's body beneath him. It was the kind of body he wasn't strictly used to- back home bodies were well fed, especially the kind of bodies Drew tended to spend time with, hard werewolf bodies built of layers of thick muscle stretched over broad frames and covered with coarse hair. It wasn't to say Grey's body was bad, just different... coupled with the overwhelming urge that Drew should pay it more care and attention than he would others even as his tongue caresses Grey's in a surprisingly gentle yet heartfelt kiss.]

[ Drew's kiss is not what Grey is used to. It's not quick, not rushed. Not forceful. It's languid and warm, and the longer he goes on, the more that heat seems to spread around Grey's body. His lips part around Drew's to take breath, and then with a shiver that speaks of building need, his arms tighten around him and pull him closer.

He wants those hands on his back. He knows there are tattoos spanning the length of his spine, and knows Drew is touching them without even realising it. A sigh leaves him, as their lips part for the barest of moments. Then Grey leans slightly back, and slides his arms out of his shirt. It's never buttoned, anyway. He likes having access to the tattoos on his front, just in case. It's easy to let it fall away, and then he matches Drew, chest to chest.

Grey's eyes lift, and gently, he shifts his legs so that they're around Drew, and not just against. His hands slide over Drew's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, until he reaches the sheet bunching at his waist. Grey's fingers rest there, and then he kisses Drew again. A flush has risen over his neck, and threatens over his cheeks. ]

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