#explodingpens

Eggsy sat on the curb smoking a cigarette. The night before had been another rough one with Dean, resulting in a screaming match between his mother and stepfather after the dickhead gave Eggsy a nice bruise under his right eye. ‘I look just fucking charming’, Eggsy thought. Yeah, skipping school seemed like a solid plan for the day. And it was the start of the weekend, for that matter, so who honestly gave a fuck. It’d been a good while since the bell rang, anxiously announcing that class was out for the day. Humming softly to himself, Eggsy flicked some of the ash from his cig as he kept an eye out for Quin. He tapped his foot, wondering if the other young man still took this route home. Not that the other expected him to be along the way; far from it.  He wondered if Quin even was aware of his existence, and if he was, did he even care to acknowledge it.

        Look at him, the lounging menace. He’s just swiped something. It’s up to you to figure out what’s gone missing, Q.

“You’re...” Whiskey paused, tipping the brim of his hat back to get a better look at the young man. “Huh. I thought you’d be a lot older.”

The past three weeks hadn’t been easy on him, by the looks of things. Holden was exhausted -- appeared to be practically sleeping on his feet, and maybe he was. Quin was back and it felt more like a dream than anything; in the seconds before the other man had left there had been a moment -- one Holden expertly ruined, and for three weeks he’d been sure he’d never see Quin again. What as stopping the other man from simply never returning? What was worth coming back to at all, in their little apartment? Quin had taken the essentials with him and yet Holden remained. Quiet. Lost. Finding work hadn’t been difficult but sleeping was another story, with Quin missing. Everything changed. His world became dark and dreary again. ❝You took the sun with you when you left.❞ Holden sounds tired but he’s relieved to see him. Probably jet-lagged and exhausted, himself -- but returned to him like some beloved lost object. Bare feet pad quietly across the floor and he stops in front of his roommate, in front of the one person who had been taking up his thoughts for almost an entire month.