faterecanted: (moment of calm)
Van Grants ([personal profile] faterecanted) wrote 2012-07-11 06:43 pm (UTC)

When did you intend to tell me?

[Van's footsteps are approaching now, until he can kneel and collect the shards of broken china, the pieces clinking together in his hands. The proximity will bring other things for Asch's senses, too. Despite being overlayed with the lingering smell of, well, fountain, Van smells the same as he used to, all citrus and spicy aftershave.

If Asch reaches out now, his hand might find Van's clothes, damp and cold from his dripping hair. He could really use a shower and a change. He has a lot to think about, regarding what just happened to him, and what he'll do now. Asch should know that well enough, he's been in that position before.

But he's still here, kneeling on the floor in a puddle of tea and collecting the remains of Asch's teacup. Because it needs to be done. Because he needs this boy. Because it's something else to think about.

Because it's simple.]

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