#davey.

‘    hey.     ’      soft.    it’s a greeting not meant to startle,    and davey is careful.   sometimes,   he thinks,   it’s easy being around jack    -     simple,    familiar,   almost.    jack kelly is charming;    jack kelly is friendly.    but then there are times   ...    there are times that davey can barely read the guy.    he wants to,   with an ache he cannot name,   but he restraints himself.    afraid,   really,   he’ll chase jack away.    and what then,   when jack runs?    what then,   when jack goes over the horizon and davey never sees him again?    santa fe,    jack sings sometimes,   ambitious.    santa fe,   and just like that,   davey can lose the person who’d shaken him from the rigid place he’d been;   who’d given him more than just friends   -    brothers,   really   -    even when davey hadn’t known he needed more.     ‘     ma’ told me to bring you this.   it’s,   uh,   chowder.    ’    a beat.    the container davey holds is warm to touch.   ‘    mind if i sit with you ?     ’     /    from davey for @unionyzes​ !

davey lets out a breath, drumming his fingers against his thigh, before he looks over to aemond. smiles a little shyly. ❛ really, aemond. thanks for driving me. ❜