the recovery project [2]

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aidan

when he comes to again, his face is pressed against something warm, and the rain is still pouring outside to remind him of the other night.

everett is sleeping soundly, arm tucked under his chin, the other one clutching aidan. it would be comfortable if his face didn't itch from his sobs hours earlier.

he slips off of the couch, his feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to the bathroom.

he splashes some water onto his face, looking up into the mirror only to see everett standing right behind him. "holy shit!"

"sorry!" everett apologizes immediately. "i didn't mean to scare you. i just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

"i'm fine," he insists stubbornly, though it isn't the truth.

"liar. what did you dream about?"

"what do you think?"

everett opens his arms again and aidan walks into them without hesitation.