Digital Delicacy (SaMS SolarMoon Ship)

Not Awkward At All...

Understandably, my first thought was "oh shit".

"Oh, that?" I say nervously, hoping Sun didn't notice how my voice wavered when I lied. "I-I was fixing the railing in the theatre and it toppled over on me. Got me on my neck."

It's obvious Sun doesn't fully believe me  he but goes along with it anyway. "Geez, it looks kinda painful," he replies gently. "All purple and red... Did you put ice on it?"

"Yep."

Sun sighs. "Please don't get yourself beat up," he says. I nod in response.

I hear a shuffle from Moon's room, hinting at the awakening of Moondrop himself. My heart flutters as panic slowly sets in. Would he even remember? If he does, how will he react? Also, why the fuck would he go drinking with Monty of all people?

Sun stood and walked over to the hole that is Moon's door, kneeling down enough to peek inside. "Moon, wake up!" he calls. There's a muffled reply and the sound of a blanket being thrown to the floor. Sun adds, "And put some clothes on! Fuckin' weirdo, sleeping naked."

My face warms once I remember he was naked when I left his room - though, it's hard to forget something like that. I scratch the back of my neck as Sun sits down next to me again. He looks over at me. "Solar, you okay?" he asks slowly. 

I nod, staring at my leg as it bounces up and down quickly. I seemed to be doing a lot of nodding today.

We sit in silence, Sun staring at me confused as I avoid his gave, until I hear Moon leaving his room with a groan. I imagined he had a hangover from hell right then. Against my better judgement, I slowly look up.

Moon's hat was lazily thrown onto his horrid bedhead. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, clearly not wanting to get dressed more than that. His eyes locked onto mine, and something in his eyes told me what I didn't know if I dreaded or longed for.

Sun seemed to notice the change in the air, the tension thickening enough to be cut with a knife, and cleared his throat as he stood. "I'm gonna go get some cereal." Without another word, he left the room.

I couldn't take my eyes off Moon. His midnight blue eyes bore into mine like he could read my thoughts and very soul. He couldn't, but it was obvious he was at least trying to.

I find myself speaking before I realized I had something to say. "So, uhm... y-you got pretty drunk last night, huh?"

Moon presses his lips together in a firm line, and I couldn't tell if it was because of the pain of his probably miserable hangover or because he just didn't want me to speak. "Yeah, I guess I did," he said in a tired, deep voice. Despite the situation, his voice made my heart flutter a bit.

I wanted to say more, I wanted to say so much more, but the words lodged in my throat, choking me. I felt like I could barely breathe, as if the letters each wrapped around my neck and tightened as much as they possibly could in order to keep me from saying all that I wanted. Or perhaps they had covered my mouth to the point I couldn't even part my lips again. It was suffocating.

Finally, Moon speaks again. "Listen..." He sighs, looking at the ground and rubbing the back of his head, further messing up his hair. "Let's just... not talk about last night, okay? There's a lot going on already, we don't need some... affair possibly getting someone killed."

My heart sank at the word 'affair'. It made me feel like I was nothing more than a one-time deal, like a disposable camera out of storage and full of useless pictures. I had wanted to ask so many things, like why it was me he chose and why he chose to do it in the first place, but Moon was already leaving the room before I could open my mouth. He entered the orange hallway, and the door swung shut behind him.

My eyes didn't leave the spot he was standing only seconds ago. Everything in me screamed to move, to run after him and grab him and kiss him like he did to me last night, but he was right. There are more important things than... this.

Still, I felt a lump surround the words lodged in my throat, not even allowing room for one quiet sob to escape and float into the room like a lost slip of paper in the wind, blowing away and vanishing along with the words on the page. Words describing everything I had hoped he would say instead.