( He tunes out the strange voice, tries not to think of being back home with the windows open and John slouched low in a deck chair while Rodney tells him about the universe. )

( Rodney had refused, flatly and incontrovertibly, to let John go with him to the optometrist's that afternoon )

( The piano crouches in a corner of their living room, their we-can-barely-afford-to-live-here living room, on the edge of the worst of the sun. )

( Rodney with his head bowed, all pain and concentration )

.notes: graphic novelesque story, a very short sequel to Contour, to wrap up the angstiness dogeared got started with "Fall."


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( 'This is good' when Rodney pushes John’s boxers down his hips and the sheets they’re under slide down John’s back as he moves over, into Rodney and Rodney arches up to meet him. )

( Most times John is fine. But then. )

( The Wagoneer burns, metal and glass, against John's forearms but Rodney burns hotter against his mouth, the desperate, swift slide of his hands over John's cheekbones, through his hair. )

( Halfway down he hears the rumbly, deep tenor hum of an engine and looks up and sees it, ungainly and beautiful in the blue sky, its propellers eating the air. )

( John gets Rodney's postcard )