The morning after, Boone wakes up in the same bed as Jack, with an arm thrown around his waist and a warm body pressed against his back. Jack’s hand is on his stomach pulling him backwards and for a second he thinks that it’s too good to be real and maybe this has all been a long, delusional dream.
“Are you alright?” comes from behind him, sounding just slightly worried, and Boone decides that if it’s a delusion, then he’s perfectly fine with it as long as it doesn’t end the next time he wakes up.
“Never better,” he answers, and it’s just the plain truth here. Then he presses back against Jack’s frame, that arm tightens around his hip and Boone thinks that accepting to leave without notice was the best thing he did in a very long time.
--
When Boone gets in the driver’s seat, Jack pushes a tape inside.
“Creedence Clearwater Revival?” he asks, and when until now all he has listened to was a variation on the Nirvana theme with Pixies being the group farther from the genre, Jack just shrugs.
“I needed a change.”
They look at each other for one second; Jack’s eyes aren’t that red anymore and his skin isn’t so pale. His fingers still shake around the tape he’s holding in his hand, but there’s something soft in his stare and Boone hopes that it’s in his own, as well. He offers a small smile and looks back at the road.
“You know, I think I needed one, too. Do we have someplace to go?”
“Wherever. You choose.”
Boone nods and when his foot pushes on the accelerator, the pain in his leg is barely there.
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“Are you alright?” comes from behind him, sounding just slightly worried, and Boone decides that if it’s a delusion, then he’s perfectly fine with it as long as it doesn’t end the next time he wakes up.
“Never better,” he answers, and it’s just the plain truth here. Then he presses back against Jack’s frame, that arm tightens around his hip and Boone thinks that accepting to leave without notice was the best thing he did in a very long time.
--
When Boone gets in the driver’s seat, Jack pushes a tape inside.
“Creedence Clearwater Revival?” he asks, and when until now all he has listened to was a variation on the Nirvana theme with Pixies being the group farther from the genre, Jack just shrugs.
“I needed a change.”
They look at each other for one second; Jack’s eyes aren’t that red anymore and his skin isn’t so pale. His fingers still shake around the tape he’s holding in his hand, but there’s something soft in his stare and Boone hopes that it’s in his own, as well. He offers a small smile and looks back at the road.
“You know, I think I needed one, too. Do we have someplace to go?”
“Wherever. You choose.”
Boone nods and when his foot pushes on the accelerator, the pain in his leg is barely there.