Jul 24, 2006 18:32
Alec had found his way back to Dean's appropriated room after Arts and Crafts, tired from keeping himself still and non-shaky in class. Curling up on one of the beds, he closed his eyes, hoping if he just stayed in bed that he'd be okay. Mostly he knew better, but he could be optimistic, at least for a while.
i love trypto,
dean,
the place
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"We're going to have to go to the mainland and get some to tide you over until my Dad can send some," he said, one hand absently finding its way into Alec's hair, petting it.
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