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dreamlikenewyork2017-06-10 02:15 am
englandrocks) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2017-06-10 02:15 am
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"When morning comes to Morgantown."
Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: Changes
Where: Liam and Paxton's Apartment, NYC
When: Day after this
Paxton woke before Liam, and in his sleepy daze, got a bit of a shock realise his arms were around someone. His moving hadn't disrupted Liam or woken him. It left Paxton lying there with his thoughts, all filled with what happened the night before. So much could change when Liam awoke in the cold light of day. Paxton knew all about Liam's condition. No matter what happened last night, that didn't mean it would progress to anything else beyond it. His gut was feeling unsettled at the thought, but there was no winding the clock back. He didn't want to do that, but he was distinctly aware Liam's emotions were shaky at the best of times, and he had been depressed lately. Flat, fatigued, on autopilot. He had asked Zander frequently if he had seen Liam at the hospital, and if he had, asked how he had been. Zander said their paths crossed occasionally, but Liam didn't work general shift hours. It could all depend on what trauma surgeries landed with his team. Every time he asked, Zander always punctuated it with, 'Call him'. Paxton always found an excuse why not to. None of them were valid.
He was aching all over because he would be well overdue for his pain medication. He looked at the clock on Liam's nightstand, and couldn't believe it when the digital numbers read 2.33pm. But the clock hadn't buzzed, so Liam mustn't have been rostered on. He knew Liam always set his phone and the alarm clock since he had begun to take medication to help him sleep. Paxton was okay lying there. He could hear Liam's deep breathing, and with his arm wrapped around Liam, he could feel the soft thud-thud of his heart beneath his palm. It was comforting. He didn't want to let go. Only, he foiled his own plan when he started to sneeze. Not just once, but six times, to be exact. By the time he was done, Liam was awake and had rolled over to look at him through squinted eyes and scrunched up face. Correction: he was barely awake.
"Shit," Paxton cursed and then sneezed three more times. "Fuck. Sorry."
What: Changes
Where: Liam and Paxton's Apartment, NYC
When: Day after this
Paxton woke before Liam, and in his sleepy daze, got a bit of a shock realise his arms were around someone. His moving hadn't disrupted Liam or woken him. It left Paxton lying there with his thoughts, all filled with what happened the night before. So much could change when Liam awoke in the cold light of day. Paxton knew all about Liam's condition. No matter what happened last night, that didn't mean it would progress to anything else beyond it. His gut was feeling unsettled at the thought, but there was no winding the clock back. He didn't want to do that, but he was distinctly aware Liam's emotions were shaky at the best of times, and he had been depressed lately. Flat, fatigued, on autopilot. He had asked Zander frequently if he had seen Liam at the hospital, and if he had, asked how he had been. Zander said their paths crossed occasionally, but Liam didn't work general shift hours. It could all depend on what trauma surgeries landed with his team. Every time he asked, Zander always punctuated it with, 'Call him'. Paxton always found an excuse why not to. None of them were valid.
He was aching all over because he would be well overdue for his pain medication. He looked at the clock on Liam's nightstand, and couldn't believe it when the digital numbers read 2.33pm. But the clock hadn't buzzed, so Liam mustn't have been rostered on. He knew Liam always set his phone and the alarm clock since he had begun to take medication to help him sleep. Paxton was okay lying there. He could hear Liam's deep breathing, and with his arm wrapped around Liam, he could feel the soft thud-thud of his heart beneath his palm. It was comforting. He didn't want to let go. Only, he foiled his own plan when he started to sneeze. Not just once, but six times, to be exact. By the time he was done, Liam was awake and had rolled over to look at him through squinted eyes and scrunched up face. Correction: he was barely awake.
"Shit," Paxton cursed and then sneezed three more times. "Fuck. Sorry."
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It was surreal to be like this. They had shared beds countless times in the past, and cuddled too. This was different. This was exploring something new and trying to figure out how it felt. It was nice. "We can do that. I still haven't managed to shake the homesickness most days. Work's been a good distraction, and meeting loads of cool and interesting people. But since I got hurt and was out of action, it was harder to shake. I like that, though. Trip down memory lane, just have time for us. Consider me already back here. I'm not scared. We're going to be okay, love. That, I promise you. We're not going to shoot for perfect and awesome. We'll shoot for okay, and then see what happens after that."