| In each brief flash, his face surfaced, clear, then swallowed by darkness, until the next pulse of light revealed him staring directly at Andrew. |
Did you do that out of 'worry' ?
| His hand moved over the familiar elevator panel, pressing the button for the ground floor.
A thin shower of dust shook loose from above, and Ivan brushed it absently from his sleeves. |
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Andrew shook his head with urgency, he wanted Ivan to know that's not how he thought at all and placed his hand on his back, his tone full of concern.⠀
〞You haven't done nuthin' that would make me hate you, Ivs.⠀
I just worry if somethin's botherin' yah.⠀〝
| More than that, it was — |
I know you've been deleting my writing .
| A trap disguised as safety. The lights flickered overhead, dipping in and out as shadows crept along the walls, receding only to return again. |
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| Ivan momentarily trailed off as the elevator reached their floor, the doors sliding open with an eerie creak. He stepped inside, and it subtly jostled in response. |
The way you've been looking at me lately . . . I wondered if I did something wrong .
| His hand reached out to press the button for the elevator, which groaned as it made its way up, feeling almost too ancient for the building.
He slipped his hand into his other pocket, and despite his silence, he couldn't shake off his thoughts about what Andrew had said. |
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〞It had to be sometime before I moved in.⠀〝
Andrew answered, His voice a little quieter than he meant it to be.⠀〞 I mean, I want to get the game done, focus is key afterall.⠀But yeah, I miss this too.⠀ We need to go out more, It's nice hangin' with you.⠀〝
| Time had slipped away so quickly that he couldn't even remember when Andrew had moved in... Yet there was something about it that knotted in his chest, leading him to let out a half-hearted chuckle. |
I thought you hated me .
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When was the last time we went out like this ?
| The question came out softly, yet it seemed loud against the heavy quiet of the corridor. | I feel like you isolate yourself so much to work on the game . . . I miss this . I miss us .
| Ivan's uninjured hand lingered where he had offered it, his smile turning a little awkward before he sheepishly lowered it.
The hallway felt hollow and lifeless, the silence pressing in as his shadow stretched along the wall with each step he took toward the elevator. |
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He himself didn't really register what he said, it was so quiet, he thought he was just sighing.⠀He nodded, not wanting to leave him hanging.⠀
〞Yeah.ᐟ⠀ I'm ready to go.ᐟ⠀〝
| If he had to pick a better one, it would've been- |
Cute .
| The word slipped out on a quiet breath, absentminded, as if he hadn't quite realized he'd said it. He held his palm up, waiting. |
. . . Ready to go ?
| He flinched at the contact, surprised by how gentle it was. Instinct urged him to pull away from Andrew's touch, but he managed, barely, to resist impulse.
His breath caught in his throat, warmth creeping into his cheeks where moments before there had only been tension. |
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| He glanced up from Andrew's hand, quietly shoving the injured one into his pocket to keep it hidden for now. | You look nice . . .
| Nice hardly felt like the right word. He didn't get to see Andrew dressed up like this very often anymore. |
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| His eyes snapped upward at the sound of the doorknob turning, freezing like a deer caught in headlights between the hole in the wall and the blood slowly trailing from his fingers. |
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His yellow fingers wrapped around the door handle and he stepped out of Ivan's apartment.⠀
He took in the scene in front of him; Ivan's gray, bleeding hand, the hole in the wall and his face contorted into an expression of care and concern.⠀.⠀.⠀
| Seeing Andrew's expression, softer now, concern written plainly across his face, made something heavy settle in his chest.
He couldn't quite explain why, only that in that moment he'd suddenly forgotten what had made him so angry in the first place. |
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