More questions than answers (closed to Curtis 11/11)

[silenttrainbaby]

There were nights when he wasn't at Curtis's. The nights where Grey stayed at Rat's, he curled himself around Rat's smaller frame the cat slept with them, too, the smallest of the spoons.

When Grey wasn't there, there were times when he kept to himself on the sofa. But it's so quiet and he still didn't like too-wide spaces in the dark, when he was alone.

He wandered, then, listening at Yona's door, quiet, then Curtis's. Curtis who tossed and turned.

He padded in, the cat following at his heels, wearing just a pair of sweatpants and he knelt in from of Curtis, reaching out a hand to rest it on his shoulder, to still him.

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[silenttrainbaby]

But...

Grey was confused. What was bullshit? Were they not going to fuck again? The touch made him shiver and move closer. Curtis... Tell him what to do. Grey would follow orders, always.

[manwiththeknife]

"If you're with someone, you need to lay out ground rules," he said, after a moment, "This isn't the train. People don't like to be fucked around on."

You couldn't be picky or possessive on the train. No one really had that luxury. Sure, there were a few that tried the traditional route, married couples who never strayed, but you never knew when the assholes in the front would come and split you apart. It just never seemed worth it.

"I'd rather not have Rat come at me with a knife, if I can help it."

[silenttrainbaby]

If Rat came after Curtis, Grey would have to choose. He would choose Curtis because Curtis was from the Train.

He didn't like thinking about that.

Did that mean Curtis didn't want Grey? He caught the arm without the hand. Curtis?

[manwiththeknife]

The last thing Curtis wanted to do was make Grey choose between anyone. If it came down to it, he'd push Grey away, just to make sure that the kid didn't make a stupid choice like that one. They'd chosen to follow him, once, and look where that got them. Free of the train, but at what cost?

When Grey's hand curled around his arm, Curtis flinched. He'd avoided letting anyone touch that arm-- it still felt foreign, like it didn't belong to him anymore, even if he'd lost it doing the right thing.

How can I be a leader with two good arms?

The stump, just looking at it, reminded him of Gilliam. Reminded him of those first months on the train. Reminded him of Edgar, small and crying, and the weight of a knife in Curtis' hand.

"Don't you get it? You don't need to do this. Not to make me happy. You shouldn't be trying to make me happy. For Christ's sake, make yourself happy, for once."

[silenttrainbaby]

This, though. This was what Grey was used to. This was what he knew. And in this place where he didn't know so much, there was a comfort in that.

Grey shifted, lying down again, next to Curtis, slipping under the handless arm so that it was around him. He rested his cheek on Curtis's shoulder again.

[manwiththeknife]

Dragging in a deep breath, his teeth grinding together, Curtis shut his eyes for one calming moment and then forced himself to relax. The kid wasn't going anywhere, and to be perfectly honest, he hadn't been looking forward to the bed being cold and empty, after Grey was gone.

"All right, fine. Okay," he murmured, taking one last drag from his cigarette and then stamping it out in the ashtray beside the bed. He didn't like smoking in the apartment, but sometimes, there just wasn't any way to get around it.

They needed to get up, to clean themselves off, but instead, he settled back against the pillows, his cheek resting against the top of Grey's head.

[silenttrainbaby]

Reaching down, Grey could pull the covers up and around them both. No, he wouldn't leave unless he was shouted at to leave. He would stay here as long as he was allowed. He looped an arm around Curtis's middle and felt the cat return, jumping up onto the bed to join them.