He knew it wasn't the same, that there was no man behind the curtain, eating his steak and enslaving children from his place at the engine, but it still left a cold feeling in his gut, whenever he saw it.
He'd taken to walking, or using the bus. The train wasn't for him. Still, he found himself near the station, and something drew him down toward the platform. Anger or distrust or just curiosity. Or something else.
The train pulled into the station, people filing on and off, but in an empty car near the back, Curtis saw the flash of a familiar face. At first, he thought it was a trick, again, but the set of the young man's shoulders, the determined scowl on his face...
"Hey," Curtis shouted, to no one in particular, shouldering his way onto the the platform and dashing through the doors before they could shut.
The doors slid shut behind him with a whoosh and he grabbed with his one good hand, steadying himself on a rail, as the car lurched forward.
Curtis, standing in blue jeans and a long-sleeved henley, one empty sleeve penned up at the elbow, was cleaner than Grey would've remembered. But Grey... He looked like no time had passed at all.
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He knew it wasn't the same, that there was no man behind the curtain, eating his steak and enslaving children from his place at the engine, but it still left a cold feeling in his gut, whenever he saw it.
He'd taken to walking, or using the bus. The train wasn't for him. Still, he found himself near the station, and something drew him down toward the platform. Anger or distrust or just curiosity. Or something else.
The train pulled into the station, people filing on and off, but in an empty car near the back, Curtis saw the flash of a familiar face. At first, he thought it was a trick, again, but the set of the young man's shoulders, the determined scowl on his face...
"Hey," Curtis shouted, to no one in particular, shouldering his way onto the the platform and dashing through the doors before they could shut.
The doors slid shut behind him with a whoosh and he grabbed with his one good hand, steadying himself on a rail, as the car lurched forward.
Curtis, standing in blue jeans and a long-sleeved henley, one empty sleeve penned up at the elbow, was cleaner than Grey would've remembered. But Grey... He looked like no time had passed at all.
"Grey."