[ for a few moments, he's silent, glance lifting and blinking away the water running down his face. it doesn't feel like control when he has nightmares like this, when he fights the ugliest parts of himself and loses. it makes him want to get fucked up and fight. it makes him want the open road and the accelerator pushed to the metal.
instead, he uncurls his hand against the wall and steps in close against josh again, both hands coming up to cup the sides of his neck, fingers curling loosely in the hair behind his ears. he leans in to kiss him, coaxing, almost pleading. ]
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instead, he uncurls his hand against the wall and steps in close against josh again, both hands coming up to cup the sides of his neck, fingers curling loosely in the hair behind his ears. he leans in to kiss him, coaxing, almost pleading. ]