desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
Tony never thought of Gob as an 'outdoorsy' kind of guy. But he lays in the grass outside the house, sun shining across his lanky form.
His chest rises and falls as if he was asleep. His shirt is discarded to the side and beads of sweat form on his forehead.
Tony sits beside him, shirt still on. He runs his fingers lightly over the scars on Gob's chest. Gob cracks some childish joke or another with a smile. His eyes are full of something, some emotion that Tony could never identify.
With that factor -- the fact that he can't identify it -- he realizes it must be love.
Tony can never wrap his head around the idea of love. But it swells in his chest and it makes his head spin.
"You alright?" Gob's gaze darts up to study his face with concern written in the lines of his forehead.
Tony hesitates, slides so he's lying alongside Gob in the grass. Gob's hand finds his awkwardly, a bit of a fumble.
"I've never been better."
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ceaseless ; a collection of short blunder works
FanfictionIt's a lot, to fall in love. And it's even more to admit that you've done just that.
