I Was Lost Now I'm Found
@theaddiction continued from here
“Yeah, we’ve always been pretty good at hiding things from other people, haven’t we?” He didn’t say it with malice, more sadness than anything. Chase entered Indy’s space and the first thing that hit him was how much it smelled like him. He dropped his bag just inside the door and glanced around the room.
“Do you have a bathroom I could use?” He hoped Indy had a private bathroom, he really didn’t want to go back out where he could run into people, he was a mess, literally and figuratively.
Indy let out a soft snort. Hiding things was an understatement. They'd hid plenty from each other for years and from their parents almost just as long. And from the looks of his oldest friend, it seemed like some things had dramatically changed since the last time they saw each other.
Staring at Chase for a few moments, Indy took a good hard look at him. He was an actual, wretched mess and he looked like he hadn't slept at all. His fingers dug into his pant leg in an effort to ground himself. If things had been somewhat normal between them, his first instinct would have been to immediately take care of his friend. However, even though Indy was still too hurt and stubbornly hanging onto it, he wasn't a complete asshole.
He wordlessly moved parallel to the other young man and reached into the side room to flick on a light. Then he turned back around to the closet across from the bathroom and rifled around for a few seconds.
"Fresh towel," he replied curtly, tossing the fabric plus a washcloth in Chase's direction, before going back to his desk and pretending to appear interested in the book he hadn't been reading.














