Jun 13, 2006 21:36
Lawrence didn't go to bed early for a multitude of reasons - or that's what he's telling himself. He's sitting up by the dim light of a night lamp, flipping through a journal of his and glancing now and again up to the door.
He's smoking, but his mind is wandering. The cup of cold tea sitting on the nightstand untouched is proof of that.
te lawrence,
mister parker
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"Hey," he says.
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His gazes flicks over Parker, appraising. It's habit. "Hello."
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"You're still up," Parker says, goes to the end of the bed and starts taking off his shoes.
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"Reading." He murmurs lowly, stroking his fingers down Parker's jaw before he rests the cool compress against his cheek.
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