his heart, once frozen, fluttered inside his chest in protest of his past years of isolation. he was happy that zeza had come to see him.
“ do you need more rest? “ he asks, hand raising to touch the man’s cheek.
his lips curled into a tired smile when he was called sunshine , lifting himself up into a seated position— almost like a magnet was pulling him towards zeza.
“ don’t know. . what’re you doing here? did you sleep okay? “