#and sunrises

“Sun’s coming up,” Nursey says, mumbles, his rumbling voice like thunder over the precious, unparalleled moment. 

Dex never gets drunk enough to do this, to crawl onto the Reading Room with Nursey and let his softly roughened body go where it likes, and Nursey wants to curl his fingers into Dex’s messy sunrise hair and drag his fingertips over the blushing hues on his cheeks, but he knows trying to preserve this will only break it quicker.

“Tha’s okay,” Dex says, blinking heavily. “Le’s stay. A minute longer, one minute.”

And could anyone, let alone Nursey, say no to the reddened, smiling lips that ask those words? No, no, Nursey sits and watches Dex, eyelids closed against the yellowing sun, and says nothing as minutes pass by.