Pinto walking drabble
Another 3 AM Pinto walking post idea. This is my attempt to be poetic or something. I think I got it out of my system and I'll go back to the macros soon, I promise :-)
Chris clutches his books at his side so he isn’t tempted to reach out and touch Zach.
Zach doesn’t seem to have a similar problem. He waves his hands around, gesturing excitedly, hands everywhere but on Chris.
And New York is all around them, and Chris sees the photographer out of the corner of his eye and tenses.
Zach doesn’t seem bothered though, and his gestures become bigger, if anything. He’s desperate to hold Chris’s attention. Chris gives it to him, completely.
Chris looks down at his feet as they walk, at the sidewalk passing underneath them. Even the sunglasses can’t shield him from Zach’s brightness. But Zach has his attention. Zach has his everything.
Chris’s fingers ache to brush against Zach. He imagines he can hear the click of the camera. He clutches his papers tightly at his side.
Chris clutches his books at his side so he isn’t tempted to reach out and touch Zach.
Zach doesn’t seem to have a similar problem. He waves his hands around, gesturing excitedly, hands everywhere but on Chris.
And New York is all around them, and Chris sees the photographer out of the corner of his eye and tenses.
Zach doesn’t seem bothered though, and his gestures become bigger, if anything. He’s desperate to hold Chris’s attention. Chris gives it to him, completely.
Chris looks down at his feet as they walk, at the sidewalk passing underneath them. Even the sunglasses can’t shield him from Zach’s brightness. But Zach has his attention. Zach has his everything.
Chris’s fingers ache to brush against Zach. He imagines he can hear the click of the camera. He clutches his papers tightly at his side.
