It used to be that he'd wait in the club's cramped parking lot, the car either off to save gas money or idling for the warmth of the heater; he was there, but not as present, accepting this even as he questioned the necessity of it. She'd left it behind, left it for Yale and for Lethe--and, though he hadn't thought so at the time, left it for him, in a way. Here, it's taken on a new meaning, or perhaps the same one, just easier to face.
He doesn't understand it as well as he'd like, any more than he fully comprehends the message she sends him tonight and has repeated in the past. But like that, like the idea of the end of days, it feels weighty and true even without the benefit of understanding.
Rather than wait in the car, he parks and goes towards the door, feeling the thump of the music as he makes his way towards the stage. It isn't Alex there, but he catches the dark movement at the corner of his eye and turns to see her at the bar, her sleek hair a spill over one shoulder and her mouth a slash of red. He feels the pull of her attention in his gut, in his chest, and lets himself be drawn forward.
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:20 am (UTC)He doesn't understand it as well as he'd like, any more than he fully comprehends the message she sends him tonight and has repeated in the past. But like that, like the idea of the end of days, it feels weighty and true even without the benefit of understanding.
Rather than wait in the car, he parks and goes towards the door, feeling the thump of the music as he makes his way towards the stage. It isn't Alex there, but he catches the dark movement at the corner of his eye and turns to see her at the bar, her sleek hair a spill over one shoulder and her mouth a slash of red. He feels the pull of her attention in his gut, in his chest, and lets himself be drawn forward.
"Good night?"