I SEE YOU
Felix/Benji #5 please 😘
benji knows what's in the shadows now, but he'll never be scared of this one, cracking the window and falling through with less grace than practice, soaked to the skin and shivering as benji reaches for the blanket he keeps folded next to his desk, still smelling of engine oil and pine.
"sorry," felix says, teeth rattling, and benji ignores him, wrapping the thick wool around his shoulders and tugging at his boots, throwing them into the corner to worry about tomorrow when felix'll duck his head and pretend it's nothing, an overreaction, like he always does.
there's a hoodie in his closet, forgotten and remembered a dozen times over, that benji collects along with a pair of his own well-loved sweatpants, turning to give felix some privacy as he changes; another ritual that means less than nothing when he pulls the comforter back and felix crawls under the sheets, curling into benji's sleep-worn warmth.
"take brooke up on it," benji whispers, a plea he only makes when they're like this, when felix'll listen, when there's a chance he won't run and never stop, "she's got the room and she wants you to."
"maybe," felix says, and benji doesn't call him a liar because at least it's a lie he tells here, safe and sound and with benji's body between him and his demons for as long as felix'll let him, always.
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