[It had felt wrong to stand by and watch kids give his new bunkmate shit when he was so obviously not okay. Loki hadn't understood why and he'd never asked, not until they were both much older, the trading of stories. Loki had grown up in the orphanage with no answer as to who his parents were. Why he didn't have any was always out of reach and the ugliness of Catholicism when there was no oversight and not a shit to give about the children in their care had beaten hope out of him.
Paul had given him something to live for. He couldn't do a goddamned thing about anything, except make sure that the older boys knew that Loki would raise hell and take the beatings that followed the Priest's attention on their number. He never regretted a single one, even if they turned him a little more towards Paul's direction of quiet and reserved.
Loki follows Paul upstairs, taking in all the little details of the building and stairs as they went, unbothered by the sketchiness of the neighbourhood. Anyone dumb enough to break into Paul's apartment while he was home was asking for it.]
Can't be worse than the station, [The remark comes back easy as he shrugs off his coat and looks around, searching for a place to drop it. Once he had, he was looking back over at Paul, catching that wide boyish grin.
No, he wouldn't mind being kissed at all. But that thought was shoved back down. They weren't exactly the same as they were before. It had been a long time.]
I've missed having you around, you know that? I know we didn't part great and that it's been forever but.. [It didn't matter. It felt like he was 17 and Paul was 19 all over again.]
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Date: 2023-09-01 10:30 pm (UTC)Paul had given him something to live for. He couldn't do a goddamned thing about anything, except make sure that the older boys knew that Loki would raise hell and take the beatings that followed the Priest's attention on their number. He never regretted a single one, even if they turned him a little more towards Paul's direction of quiet and reserved.
Loki follows Paul upstairs, taking in all the little details of the building and stairs as they went, unbothered by the sketchiness of the neighbourhood. Anyone dumb enough to break into Paul's apartment while he was home was asking for it.]
Can't be worse than the station, [The remark comes back easy as he shrugs off his coat and looks around, searching for a place to drop it. Once he had, he was looking back over at Paul, catching that wide boyish grin.
No, he wouldn't mind being kissed at all. But that thought was shoved back down. They weren't exactly the same as they were before. It had been a long time.]
I've missed having you around, you know that? I know we didn't part great and that it's been forever but.. [It didn't matter. It felt like he was 17 and Paul was 19 all over again.]