#no crying?

[feyd-meowtha]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Paul wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, chest to chest and face to face as the water cooled and their skin pruned, their hands wrinkled and grippy as they entwined above the water. In fact Paul was almost asleep when he heard the front door swing open and quiet footsteps head toward the living room. He had mentally braced himself for a snide comment from his sister, likely about his sodden clothes, before he heard an unfamiliar voice.