nonverbal meme | @brittlethorns [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying
IT WASN’T THAT he hid his feelings; not on purpose. It was just that he was.... buttoned up in some ways; quiet in moments between breaths and heart beats. If he tried to give the feeling a name, he’d have to admit that it was a leftover habit from being in a house where a wrong word could incite a fight, or go back even further to a youth she knew nothing about.
Reggie had poofed up to the place he’d always gone to be alone at the studio: the roof. When he was alive, the process of shimmying out the loft window and then finding one critical, specific foothold to pull himself onto the pitched roof had ultimately been worth it. And though there were fewer stars visible in Los Angeles now than there had been then, it still felt similar enough that the pressure on his chest finally, finally let go.
His tears came quietly — near silently — but when he heard the window open and someone moving from below him, he watched, sticky-wet cheeks, as Julie pulled herself up and onto the roof. Blinking owlishly, Reggie stayed quiet as she situated herself next to him.
“I’ll be fine,” he promised, and though there was an echo more gravel in his voice, it came out strong, sure. “Promise. I’m always okay.”
