An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He keeps telling himself ten more minutes. He’ll wait another ten minutes and then he’ll leave, go back to the cabin and think very carefully about his life choices. He never quite knows what to do with himself when he’s waiting, sitting and hoping for the sounds of Michael’s truck to rumble into view. He’s not good at waiting when there’s no military payoff but here he is, regardless, sitting and waiting for someone who may never come. He checks the time again. Ten more minutes, he thinks. Ten more minutes. It’s officially after midnight, so it’s the 7th July here! This has been written for Crashfest 2019, held by the wonderful @roswellprompts. For those that would like to listen to the soundtrack, it’s here. This is for @saadiestuff, I hope you like it bb! <3 <3 (The link does work, it’s just seems to have come to tumblr weird!)
