welcome home...double drabble pluslisacaliJanuary 9 2010, 16:41:37 UTC
As the cab stops in front of the apartment building, he rubs his damp palms over the front of his jeans and considers telling the driver to just keep going. Toby had wanted to pick him up, but Chris had chosen the bus and taxi, knowing he’d need this time to decompress and soak in the fact that he was free. After his own parole, it had taken Toby only three years to get him out - a fucking miracle. Even more of a miracle - the fact that Toby still wanted him.
And Chris was terrified he was going to fuck it all up. In Oz, they were on Chris’ turf. He knew all the players, all the plays. He could navigate through the twists and turns and minefields of the prison, armed with a swagger and a confidence that he was pretty sure would be out of place in Toby’s world.
Could they make it in the real world? What did he have to offer Toby out here?
Taking a deep breath, he pays the driver and walks up the small flight of stairs to the polished green door and knocks.
When Toby opens the door and smiles at him, that shine of love evident in his eyes, and says, “Welcome home, Chris.” Chris thinks maybe, maybe- they have a chance.
And Chris was terrified he was going to fuck it all up. In Oz, they were on Chris’ turf. He knew all the players, all the plays. He could navigate through the twists and turns and minefields of the prison, armed with a swagger and a confidence that he was pretty sure would be out of place in Toby’s world.
Could they make it in the real world? What did he have to offer Toby out here?
Taking a deep breath, he pays the driver and walks up the small flight of stairs to the polished green door and knocks.
When Toby opens the door and smiles at him, that shine of love evident in his eyes, and says, “Welcome home, Chris.” Chris thinks maybe, maybe- they have a chance.
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