He wrapped himself in a cocoon of blankets. It was approaching November now, and the nights were growing colder. He and Austin have become rather good friends by now, but he was still much too shy to meet in person too much.
He picked up his phone from its vibrating spot and read the newest text from Austin.
Not coming out tonight?
He bit his lip guiltily as he replied back: Sorry, I'm not feeling it up to it tonight.
Almost instantly, another text came: Feeling okay?
He smiled at the concern. He sent another message that he was fine, just feeling a little under the weather.
Oh feel better soon Abby, call me if you need anything.
He smiled again and snuggled into his nest of blankets.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
