[ It's a shared afternoon off, when Poe invites John over. Vacation time in place. Supplies for camping half-bought, wholly planned.
Poe feels strange about the whole thing. Ever since he accidentally called them a couple, gave a conventional name to whatever it is he and John have, he's had a funny feeling in his stomach.
It's there now as he watches John sleep, the two of them laying side by side on the big bed Poe only uses with John.
You're beautiful, you know that? Poe thinks. He reaches out, brushing John's jaw with his fingertips, not wanting to wake the other man but wanting to touch him.
This is strange. It's unfamiliar. It's terrifying, in a way Poe isn't used to feeling. But in this moment, with the sun streaking in through a crack in the curtains and John's breathing a slow and steady rhythm in the silence, Poe is pretty sure he can let it just be.
( This is peace, he thinks, this is peace, and he's missed it. ) ]
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Poe feels strange about the whole thing. Ever since he accidentally called them a couple, gave a conventional name to whatever it is he and John have, he's had a funny feeling in his stomach.
It's there now as he watches John sleep, the two of them laying side by side on the big bed Poe only uses with John.
You're beautiful, you know that? Poe thinks. He reaches out, brushing John's jaw with his fingertips, not wanting to wake the other man but wanting to touch him.
This is strange. It's unfamiliar. It's terrifying, in a way Poe isn't used to feeling. But in this moment, with the sun streaking in through a crack in the curtains and John's breathing a slow and steady rhythm in the silence, Poe is pretty sure he can let it just be.
( This is peace, he thinks, this is peace, and he's missed it. ) ]