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openmisc2022-02-22 05:53 pm
choosetoforget) wrote in openmisc2022-02-22 05:53 pm
Daniel and Connor
Daniel's been having the dreams again. They come almost every night, waking him from even the deepest sleep. And there's always the same name that remains in his memory.
Connor.
He knows what it means, of course. Everyone has dreams like that. Everyone dreams of their soulmate, of the one that they're meant to be with, whether that includes intimacy or not, but he's nearly twenty three now and every Connor he's ever met has let him down. Granted, there were only two and one was in a primary class and the other was a server at a restaurant he went to, but he still feels like it could have been better.
Instead of trying to go to sleep, to face the dreams that he knows are coming, he makes himself some tea and watches the lights from the city out of his window. It might be the early evening, but the CyberLife tower in the distance remains illuminated.
Strange, he thinks, after the riots and what he's seen on the news, that the night seems calm. The kettle whistles and he takes it off the stove, then decides against it.
Tea isn't going to fix anything.
He wants a drink. Pulling on his coat and his boots against the snow, he steps out of his little rental and starts walking along the sidewalk, stopping only when a taxi pulls to a park beside him and someone walks out.
"Oh. Good evening."
Connor.
He knows what it means, of course. Everyone has dreams like that. Everyone dreams of their soulmate, of the one that they're meant to be with, whether that includes intimacy or not, but he's nearly twenty three now and every Connor he's ever met has let him down. Granted, there were only two and one was in a primary class and the other was a server at a restaurant he went to, but he still feels like it could have been better.
Instead of trying to go to sleep, to face the dreams that he knows are coming, he makes himself some tea and watches the lights from the city out of his window. It might be the early evening, but the CyberLife tower in the distance remains illuminated.
Strange, he thinks, after the riots and what he's seen on the news, that the night seems calm. The kettle whistles and he takes it off the stove, then decides against it.
Tea isn't going to fix anything.
He wants a drink. Pulling on his coat and his boots against the snow, he steps out of his little rental and starts walking along the sidewalk, stopping only when a taxi pulls to a park beside him and someone walks out.
"Oh. Good evening."
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Connor continues cooking while making an effort not to stray too far from touch. When he finally has something worth trying he raises a wooden spoon at level with Daniel's gaze. "Would you mind taste testing? I'm unable able to."
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"It's really good," he tells him. "Maybe a little more salt?" He holds up a hand, two fingers together. "Just a pinch?"
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He tosses a small pinch of salt over both of their shoulders. "And for good luck." He says. Though it feels like he's had a great deal of good luck today.
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"I think we could all use a bit of good luck," he tells him before dropping his arm.
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It takes a moment of steeling himself to give voice to the words he wants to say.
"I hope it's not inappropriate for me to say, but..." His expression dips. "...It feels like home here and I can't quite define why." Home here with you.
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"It isn't inappropriate at all. I feel the same way. I don't know what I can do, if I can help you in any way, but I don't want you to leave."
He reaches up, putting his hand over Connor's.
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And he knows how ridiculous that sounds, but he's still happy to offer it.