[For Anthony]

[poetic_apostle]

It was a familiar scene, at least on the island. Anthony sitting on his bed reading, and Julian sprawled next to him, head on Anthony's thigh, reading, drowsing, or like today, writing. Well, sort of writing. It was more of editing, reading back through the last half-dozen or so poems he'd written, scratching out words and jotting down replacements

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[alittleofboth]

The fact of the matter was that Anthony was barely seeing the words upon the page. His mind teemed with worries - Guy, Donald, the disastrous Halloween, the romantic dramatics that had followed closely on its heels. The stakes might not have been quite so high, but the task of holding his friends together by threads was his once again. Julian's presence, while not bothersome, was all but ignored.

"Hm?" He shrugged, not looking up. "Well enough."

[poetic_apostle]

Julian smiled, closing his notebook and setting it aside. 'Well enough' hardly indicated that a distraction would be unwelcome, and he was starting to hate everything he was reading, at this point. It was time to do something else.

He hooked a finger around one of the buttons on Anthony's shirt, tugging lightly, teasingly at it. "Fascinating?" he purred with a hint of amusement, sort of gauging Anthony's interest.

[alittleofboth]

But Anthony did not reply, nor show any particular sign of interest. His mind was not on his book - but it was not on Julian, either. "It passes the time," he replied mildly.

[poetic_apostle]

But Julian knew better ways to pass the time. Or at least, they were better in his opinion. He undid the button his finger was hooked round, then reached up and tugged the top of Anthony's book down. "That's not a very convincing endorsement, Anthony..." he said with a grin.