Their hands fit together nicely and-- that's a weird thing to notice. It's not like Jeff's been so starved for touch that a little hand holding is totally novel and special. It's not like he hasn't spent the last six months using casual intimacy as a weapon.
But maybe that's why he notices every little sensation right now. Because... because it's also been six months since he's touched somebody and felt anything other than a vague predatory instinct to taunt and twist and devour.
He follows easily, heads out of the shop with Tim. The frustration and distress and not-knowing, festering and bubbling-- he wants to nurture it with lies, uncertainty, mistrust-- no, he doesn't. Does he?
Boyfriend or meal? (Why does it have to be one or the other? Why not both--)
"I..." His fingers twitch in Tim's hand. "Yeah, um, when I couldn't find you, I... I went looking." He went to Gloucester, first. Looked for Tim there, then took his own things (and a cat) and ran. "Then I just kept going. I thought, maybe I'd find you, or-- or some version of my family, or..." He shrugs. "I dunno."
Then.
"It sucks, losing time." Understatement. "It's like, you're being haunted by the possibility of everything that could've happened, that you'll never know."
jimothy (cont)
Their hands fit together nicely and-- that's a weird thing to notice. It's not like Jeff's been so starved for touch that a little hand holding is totally novel and special. It's not like he hasn't spent the last six months using casual intimacy as a weapon.
But maybe that's why he notices every little sensation right now. Because... because it's also been six months since he's touched somebody and felt anything other than a vague predatory instinct to taunt and twist and devour.
He follows easily, heads out of the shop with Tim. The frustration and distress and not-knowing, festering and bubbling-- he wants to nurture it with lies, uncertainty, mistrust-- no, he doesn't. Does he?
Boyfriend or meal? (Why does it have to be one or the other? Why not both--)
"I..." His fingers twitch in Tim's hand. "Yeah, um, when I couldn't find you, I... I went looking." He went to Gloucester, first. Looked for Tim there, then took his own things (and a cat) and ran. "Then I just kept going. I thought, maybe I'd find you, or-- or some version of my family, or..." He shrugs. "I dunno."
Then.
"It sucks, losing time." Understatement. "It's like, you're being haunted by the possibility of everything that could've happened, that you'll never know."