Raju leans onto one leg, the book sliding down over the notebook as he shifts and crinkling its pages. He doesn't look down at them. The water drips over Francis' skin.
"Francis," he says, a sharp sort of really? in his tone. Nonsense, to think he hadn't felt this way before, or hadn't noticed it. Maybe it's sharpened now by the idea that he could. He could stand and walk over there. He won't, but he hadn't even known to decide not to, before.
Nonsense to think Francis doesn't realise what he's doing, either. Raju can't tell yet. It's hard to think past the effect it's having now.
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Date: 2024-07-16 04:49 pm (UTC)"Francis," he says, a sharp sort of really? in his tone. Nonsense, to think he hadn't felt this way before, or hadn't noticed it. Maybe it's sharpened now by the idea that he could. He could stand and walk over there. He won't, but he hadn't even known to decide not to, before.
Nonsense to think Francis doesn't realise what he's doing, either. Raju can't tell yet. It's hard to think past the effect it's having now.