three. it might’ve been a guesstimate but it felt about right. he had
finished a chapter of ‘ the time traveller’s wife ‘ around midnight so
he hadn’t been asleep for that long.next thing he knows, the figure at his side is absent and shuffling
about in the comforter beside him. had he more energy and was in
a clear mindset for debate, this wouldn’t be happening. instead, he
shifts himself a bit, doing his best to be of sound mind in order to
keep the conversation going.‘ bad enough that you’d rather stay in here ? ‘
❝I can go back to my room,❞ he replies, though rather he shifts, getting more comfortable within his dad’s bed, a sure sign that he wasn’t planning on leaving ANY time soon. For now, he keeps himself stable, though the pounding voice in his mind wants him to CRY more than anything.
❝But, uh. Yeah, I guess. I dunno. It didn’t feel right to be alone or something like that. As stupid and tacky as it is,❞ Lucien finds a comfortable crevice in the mattress, wedged against his father’s side and the comforter pulled up to his shoulders at an odd angle.
Had he been awake, or in more of his usual mindset, this would be embarrassing.
But instead, he has his head resting against his father’s shoulder in a desperate plead for some sort of comfort. ❝I’m… Not a shitty kid, am I? I mean… Am I?❞