( They didn't talk about it when they dropped their stuff off. Before Dickerson made any kind of move, it wouldn't have mattered. And it shouldn't. Despite the beds being shoved together, Dickerson can keep his hands to himself. He respects his friend. It's been months since his missteps, anyway, and while it hasn't been the same, it hasn't been bad. He's not ruining the good thing like a road trip and a birthday not about him. )
We're good.
( They trade off getting ready for bed, using the bathroom, brushing their teeth, etc, so that by the time Dickerson lets Ben get settled, he's in sleep pants and a t-shirt. It may not be the best sleep he'll ever get, he just doesn't want to be presumptuous going shirtless or in boxers.
Maybe things might be different had he not done the dumb thing, but he can't change that now.
He lays on his back, testing the pillow, before saying goodnight and closing his eyes.
He doesn't know the time when he becomes aware again. Some time in the middle of the night. He can hear the air from the a/c unit. He can hear and feel Ben's breathing. He shifts, rolling from one side to the other facing Ben, eyes opening just because. )
[That isn't what he meant, but Dickerson moves right into getting ready for bed, so he lets it go. He changes into pajamas and brushes his teeth and gets into bed and ... doesn't sleep.
He can't. It's as though his brain is buzzing and none of this is good for the drive they have to make tomorrow but he can't shake the thoughts swirling in his mind.
He's still not sure he knows what he wants. Part of him is still worried about what happens if this crashes and burns the way so many things have in the past. But the parts of him that protest the change have slowly fallen away over the last few months.
He hears Dickerson shift next to him, and he doesn't look but does ask:]
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We're good.
( They trade off getting ready for bed, using the bathroom, brushing their teeth, etc, so that by the time Dickerson lets Ben get settled, he's in sleep pants and a t-shirt. It may not be the best sleep he'll ever get, he just doesn't want to be presumptuous going shirtless or in boxers.
Maybe things might be different had he not done the dumb thing, but he can't change that now.
He lays on his back, testing the pillow, before saying goodnight and closing his eyes.
He doesn't know the time when he becomes aware again. Some time in the middle of the night. He can hear the air from the a/c unit. He can hear and feel Ben's breathing. He shifts, rolling from one side to the other facing Ben, eyes opening just because. )
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He can't. It's as though his brain is buzzing and none of this is good for the drive they have to make tomorrow but he can't shake the thoughts swirling in his mind.
He's still not sure he knows what he wants. Part of him is still worried about what happens if this crashes and burns the way so many things have in the past. But the parts of him that protest the change have slowly fallen away over the last few months.
He hears Dickerson shift next to him, and he doesn't look but does ask:]
You awake?