Silence
Title: Silence
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know them so these are obviously imaginary counterparts.
Summary: So much disappointment that it sat heavily in their guts and paralysed body and mind.
A/N: I know this is barely surprising that such a thing shows up since it seems we're all a little depressed about what's happening - I hope you still enjoy it a little. Set after the Manchester match, but would probably fit others in recent times as well. :P
Silence
They didn’t talk when they got home, the silence hanging over them like a dark, suffocating blanket. Neither of them wanted to think about it at all, and yet their thoughts were circling around lost challenges, wasted chances, everything that becomes more and more painful the more you look at it inside your mind. But they did it in silence, wanting to pretend they weren’t, lying stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Finally Fernando turned away, didn’t want to be reminded any more by the look on Dan’s face he saw out of the corner of his eye that so obviously told him that his thoughts were exactly the same. Frustration about not having played your best. About not having played more than 10 minutes at all. About not fitting any longer. Nagging worry about the future. Anger. Perplexity. So much disappointment that it sat heavily in their guts and paralysed body and mind.
Fernando didn’t want to need anyone to get through this, and even less did he want to talk, wanted to work this out on his own. Maybe he even wanted to be alone. So the silence stretched on between them and his gaze rested, unblinking, on the barely visible differently coloured patterns of the light laminate floor.
Finally the mattress shifted behind him, and then there was an arm slowly wrapping around his waist, a warm hand coming to rest on his stomach. At first he tensed, anticipating a set phrase, a half-hearted encouragement. But the silence between them remained, there was only quiet breathing somewhere directly behind him, and suddenly the warm hand on his stomach unclenched his insides just a little.
Fernando took a deep, shaky breath and tentatively covered the hand with his own, fingers shyly entwining.
And after all he decided that it was good not to be alone right now.
~ The End ~