#pre ot3

Sometimes Curt wonders if John knows how lost he looks without Gale at his side, like Curt doesn’t notice the glances he throws behind him hoping to catch one last glimpse of Gale’s silhouette before the darkness swallows him up. John turns back smiling down at Curt, before taking in another puff of his Lucky Strike, politely blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth away from Curt like the gentleman he isn’t. Curt burrows deeper into the warmth of John’s body and wonders...