Three quarters of what's in here Cassian couldn't even put a name to, but at least the place looks lived-in, unlike the barren cell he's just come from, and Bodhi moves through the clutter like he's comfortable in it. The knot in his gut loosens, very slightly. He eyes the thing in the middle of the floor - is it oozing? - and skirts it as widely as possible in the cramped space.
What he wants is to tuck himself up on the bunk next to Bodhi, ground himself with an arm around his waist, breathe in the sweet gritty scent of him. But he gets the feeling he wouldn't be welcome, just now. He sits instead where Bodhi points him, folding his arms against a shiver.
What's going on? he wants to say, but Bodhi beats him to it, throwing him right back off his balance. For a moment he can only stare at him while thoughts whirl like moths around a porch light.
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Date: 2018-11-20 06:25 am (UTC)What he wants is to tuck himself up on the bunk next to Bodhi, ground himself with an arm around his waist, breathe in the sweet gritty scent of him. But he gets the feeling he wouldn't be welcome, just now. He sits instead where Bodhi points him, folding his arms against a shiver.
What's going on? he wants to say, but Bodhi beats him to it, throwing him right back off his balance. For a moment he can only stare at him while thoughts whirl like moths around a porch light.
"Where are we?" he asks finally.