These Feelings Inside (How Deep Do They Go)

Chapter 8- Inside The Heart

Woops, it's been six months since I've updated this. Then again, I've written a lot of words for other things that I ended up delaying this. But hey, finally done this chapter, plus it's a longer one! Hope it makes up for it!

Warnings: censored swearing, brief mention of a desire to murder, very non-graphic mention of dissection

When Sophie came down the stairs to eat breakfast, she was surprised to hear that it was relatively quiet. The door to Keefe's room was open wide, which was weird, because if they were awake there was bound to be some noise. Especially since they'd just discovered caffeine, and combining that with their energetic nature usually meant noise.

She entered the living room and found Keefe and Fitz sitting on one of the couches, oddly quiet.

"What are you two—"

"Shh," Keefe shushed her, not even turning to look at her.

She silently sat down on top of the couch in between where they were sitting so she could watch what they were doing.

Keefe was... drawing. Drawing Fitz. She shouldn't have been surprised, they'd asked Fitz if they could draw him earlier, so she wasn't sure why she was surprised.

Maybe it was the silence. Keefe was a loud person, so seeing them so quietly focused drew her attention. Their eyes were narrowed, lips scrunched upwards. It was different, something she hadn't seen before.

...then again, Sophie had known Keefe for about two weeks.

Why did it feel longer? Why did it feel like they'd known each other for much longer? And despite their not-so-great first interaction, they had become someone that she cared about.

She looked at the drawing that they were holding, and wow. She already knew they could draw well, but even a rough sketch was enough to take her breath away.

"It looks real," she said, and to her surprise the words came out a little breathless.

"Really?" Fitz asked, the first words that he'd spoken since she'd arrived.

He got up from where he was sitting and leaned over towards Keefe, his hands planted beside them to support his weight.

"Oh wow, it does," Fitz agreed, "that's so good, I might have to keep it."

"You want to keep a drawing of your own face?" Keefe teased, but Sophie managed to pick up something off about their tone, though she had no idea what it was.

"I meant more because you drew it," Fitz replied, his head tilting down, and many years of knowing him made her realize that he did that when he realized he hadn't meant to say that.

"Huh," Keefe replied. "Alright, move Fitzy, you're in my face."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Fitz replied, looking down and realizing that he was above Keefe, a sheepish smile that came when he was embarrassed.

He moved one of his hands to shift his weight to get up, only for his hand to slip and he lost balance. He landed directly on top of Keefe, head knocking against their chin.

"Ow," Fitz mumbled.

He tried to get up again, and Sophie couldn't see his face from this angle, but she could see Keefe's. She could see a faint flush on their face.

It was... cute.

Wait I am not going to think about that shove it away stay back—

Before she realized it, her leg had slid off of the couch and next thing she knew she was sliding off, crashing into Fitz—who was getting up—and they both tumbled to the floor.