airplanes(Thiam)

Theos Pov (2)

This is last chapter of Theo's pov.

And probably the last chapter of this book.

So enjoy you sexy gremlins.

Two years later

Theo scrubbed a palm across his eyes hard enough to leave spots dancing in the darkness.

He let his hand drop to the table, blinking rapidly to try and clear the sleep still muddying his vision. Theo had never really gotten headaches, as a kid he was more prone to stomach aches and then he met the dread doctors and after that, well, it took a lot to give a chimera a headache so he hadn't really experienced them unless he'd experienced a particularly nasty bash on the head but ever since he came back it felt like he'd been living with a perpetual one, and for once he wasn't just talking about the dumbass currently sleeping in his car but an actual physical ache behind his eyes and nittering at his temples.

He knew why, of course, a lack of sleep could do a lot to a person, a headache the least of which and since coming back his sleeping pattern had been sporadic at best but still, as his head gave a soft throb he couldn't help but wonder why the hell his body couldn't just suck it up and ignore the fact it was constantly running on next to no sleep like he was trying to do.

He downed the last tepid dregs of his coffee, grimacing both at the taste and the way it swirled unpleasantly in his empty stomach before he made his way back to the counter, ignoring the nervous looks of the few early risers inhabiting the other seats.

"What can i get you?" The older woman behind the counter asked, looking about as good as Theo felt.

"A coffee." He hummed, eyes straying to the dingy windows of the McDonald's that seemed to be styled like a subway station, because, of course, who didn't love to eat in a place that was decorated like somewhere homeless people pissed with the added bonus of having giant ceramic clowns hidden around every corner.

With a jolt he realized the sun was beginning to peak over the tops of the trees and wondered how long he'd been camped out at his little table, sipping pisspoor coffee. Hopefully not long enough for Liam to wake up and find that Theo wasn't there.

His stomach gave a desperate rumble as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. He thought of Liam. Of the blood staining his hands and the desperation in his eyes the night before. He was probably used to breakfast being made for him, or at least, he had been, once upon a time, before his life had been upturned by the supernatural.

I'm tired, Theo could still hear the words circling in his head, bouncing off of the sides of his skull leaving it pounding harder with each reiteration of the phrase.

"Two coffees." Theo corrected, scanning the few scant bills shoved unceremoniously into his wallet. "And a McMuffin."

"What kind?"

"Uh.." Theo eyed the menu, scanning the list of McMuffins trying to remember if he'd ever seen Liam eat anything that would suggest what food he actually liked. "All of them." He decided when he came up blank.

"All of them?" She repeated. "Yes. One of each."

"You that hungry?"

"Yes." Theo said with a scowl.

*

It wasn't long before Theo was marching back down the cold shoulder of the still quiet roads, food and coffee balanced in his hands as he squinted against the early morning sun and listened to the shrill rumbling of what he could only assume was Liam's phone.