A 507 gapfiller
Written for the recent challenge at IJ's QaF drabbles community.
It's dedicated to firehead30.
Justin’s staring out at the empty sidewalk, lost in dark reverie, when he hears Ben and Michael’s bedroom door. He waits, but there’s no knock. Instead, he hears Ben going past and suddenly, he has to speak. For himself. For fucking Brian.
"Ben."
Ben pauses on the stairs, looking up.
"I’m sorry."
"Not your fault." Ben offers a tired smile. "Come on. I’m making hot chocolate."
Justin hesitates briefly, then follows. He sits at the counter, watching Ben at the stove - stirring evenly, making sure the milk doesn’t scald. It’s quiet, and Justin closes his eyes and enjoys their silence.
It's dedicated to firehead30.
Justin’s staring out at the empty sidewalk, lost in dark reverie, when he hears Ben and Michael’s bedroom door. He waits, but there’s no knock. Instead, he hears Ben going past and suddenly, he has to speak. For himself. For fucking Brian.
"Ben."
Ben pauses on the stairs, looking up.
"I’m sorry."
"Not your fault." Ben offers a tired smile. "Come on. I’m making hot chocolate."
Justin hesitates briefly, then follows. He sits at the counter, watching Ben at the stove - stirring evenly, making sure the milk doesn’t scald. It’s quiet, and Justin closes his eyes and enjoys their silence.