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Who: Claire & Alex
Where: their bedroom
When: tonight
Summary: ITT: Alex and Claire talk about god.
Rating: PG?
This was stupid. Alex told himself that every single night, but no matter how many times he did, he couldn't ever bring himself to stop. A part of him thought that maybe he should've grown out of this by now, or at least become disenchanted by it in light of everything that had happened to him in his life. But he hadn't. And it wasn't a ritualistic habitual thing, either; he did this because he genuinely wanted to, even if he had a hard time admitting it to himself. Not only that, but he legitimately felt good when he was done, too. He tried his hardest to hide it from Claire, worried that maybe she'd be uncomfortable by the whole thing. It wasn't something they'd ever really talked about.
Be that as it was, Alex was still seated at the edge of his bed regardless, in the same boxer shorts and thin t-shirt that he wore to bed every night. Hunched over slightly, he rested his elbows on his knees as he pressed his folded-together hands against his forehead. He spoke in hushed tones and hurried whispers, as though he were scared of being caught. And maybe he was. But that wasn't something that'd ever stopped him before, either. Before he went to bed every night, Alex always made it a point to pray. In fact, he did moreso now than he had when he was a kid.
It was strange how that worked...
Where: their bedroom
When: tonight
Summary: ITT: Alex and Claire talk about god.
Rating: PG?
This was stupid. Alex told himself that every single night, but no matter how many times he did, he couldn't ever bring himself to stop. A part of him thought that maybe he should've grown out of this by now, or at least become disenchanted by it in light of everything that had happened to him in his life. But he hadn't. And it wasn't a ritualistic habitual thing, either; he did this because he genuinely wanted to, even if he had a hard time admitting it to himself. Not only that, but he legitimately felt good when he was done, too. He tried his hardest to hide it from Claire, worried that maybe she'd be uncomfortable by the whole thing. It wasn't something they'd ever really talked about.
Be that as it was, Alex was still seated at the edge of his bed regardless, in the same boxer shorts and thin t-shirt that he wore to bed every night. Hunched over slightly, he rested his elbows on his knees as he pressed his folded-together hands against his forehead. He spoke in hushed tones and hurried whispers, as though he were scared of being caught. And maybe he was. But that wasn't something that'd ever stopped him before, either. Before he went to bed every night, Alex always made it a point to pray. In fact, he did moreso now than he had when he was a kid.
It was strange how that worked...