[The reality is that he already knows. He knows they won’t have any trouble getting a telescope if they ask, but that fact is so fucking surreal he ends up asking anyway. He still remembers struggling to make ends meet with Steve, making sure they’re getting enough food, double checking how much he takes from the jar so that there will be money for later. Even if things were getting a lot better by the time he left, the decadence of life now, especially here, is so foreign.
And then there’s Steve’s voice with its familiar lilt and cadence that his soul craves more than living.
He looks up when Steve moves, and his heart flutters gratefully when Steve takes his right. He shuffles over the slightest amount so that there’s room but not too much. He wants Steve’s shoulder to his. He wants to feel when Steve talks.]
You use one yet? A telescope. Seems like you could afford one nowadays.
[Since they never could before. Maybe it means just as much still, like the sketchbooks and the pencils. At least, he hopes.]
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And then there’s Steve’s voice with its familiar lilt and cadence that his soul craves more than living.
He looks up when Steve moves, and his heart flutters gratefully when Steve takes his right. He shuffles over the slightest amount so that there’s room but not too much. He wants Steve’s shoulder to his. He wants to feel when Steve talks.]
You use one yet? A telescope. Seems like you could afford one nowadays.
[Since they never could before. Maybe it means just as much still, like the sketchbooks and the pencils. At least, he hopes.]