His hand shakily moved closer to Hudson's, his pinky finger slightly overlapping Hudson's own. The palm of Hudson's hand was rough and calloused but the top of it wasn't. It was smooth and honey-colored and sent chills down Eli's spine.
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••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Nick stepped out of Mrs. G's car, looking up at the beige two level house in front of him. He was cold and he knew the house would be warm and yet he didn't want to go in. Mrs. G looked out at Nick, a concerned expression worn on her face. "You gonna be okay, hon?" She asked.
Nick shuddered a breath in and nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine." He looked back through the open passenger side door. "Thank you for driving me here."
She smiled. "No need to thank me." She looked forward at the house. "The lights are still on, someone's home."
Nick nodded. "I'll get going now." He nodded his head in a farewell and walked away from the car, slower than his normal pace. He was shaken up, feeling slightly dizzy as he left the car. Everything that had happened just mere minutes before felt like some hellish daze. The headlights stayed still on the garage as Mrs. G waited for Nick to get inside.
He walked up the step onto the porch and gripped the door knob, turning it just a little to see if it was locked or not. When there was no resistance he slowly opened the door and walked inside, not bothering to look back at Mrs. G and wave. The warmth of the house burned his cold nose and cheeks as he entered into the foyer and shut the door quietly behind him.
He could hear murmuring from somewhere around the house and he figured that Hudson's parents were back. He didn't really want to speak to them but he had to risk it in order to pass the kitchen and get upstairs.
He felt his heart sink a little when he saw Hudson's parents in the kitchen, chatting. His presence was noticed at some point and Hudson's mom turned a little from a swivel chair at the kitchen island to look at him.
She smiled, trying to make small talk. "Hi, Nick. How are you?"
Nick gulped. "I'm fine." He answered blandly, not bothering to continue their awkward conversation by asking her how she was.
She seemed to notice that he was not the talkative type and smiled before speaking one last time to close their conversation. "Okay, sleep well."
Nick passed the orange lit kitchen and walked up the dim stair case, going straight to the room he was staying in and closing the door. He plopped on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling. He could feel the dread increase in his gut as he waited for Eli to realize he was home and indefinitely try and talk to him.
He felt drained. Everything was gone. His energy was no where to be found, his sarcasm has deflated, and his eyes seemed to roll back into his head to try and sleep. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Eli and Hudson stopped their limited conversation when the sound of a door closing was heard. Eli was up out of bed immediately. Hudson thought about trying to get up and follow him but decided against it when his mind reminded him of the situation.
