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Nyon takes a drag on his blunt. He holds the smoke in for a moment then sighs out the window.
“Long day?” Nyen questions, stepping into the doorway. Nyon looks at him for a moment then sheepishly turns back to the window. Nyen approaches him, resting his elbows on the window sill. He takes the blunt from Nyon’s hands and takes a hit. He passes it back to Nyon. The two catmen look out into the forest. It’s quiet except for the usual ambience from animals and insects. Nyen can feel his heartbeat down in his stomach. He takes a hit and passes the blunt to Nyen. The two continue in silence. Nyen takes off his hat and runs his hand back through his hair. Nyon can’t help noticing how tired he looks. Dark circles hang under his coffee colored eyes, five o’clock shadow loosely matching the shade. Sharp nails press the blunt against cracked lips. Nyon can hear a distinct melancholic note in each breath Nyen takes.
Nyen’s posture sinks a bit after a few more passes. Nyon finally decides that there isn’t any hostility from his presence. He relaxes, dangling his right hand out of the window. A shiver of surprise jolts through him when his hand touches Nyen’s, but he doesn’t move. Neither does Nyen. A cool breeze dances through the forest as the sun begins to set. Nyon blinks slowly as he feels Nyen’s hand move. His first instinct would normally be to jerk away, but he resists. Nyen laces his fingers through Nyon’s. Both catmen are still. Nyen hangs his head and closes his eyes. Nyon rests his head on his shoulder. His thumb brushes over Nyen’s hand.
“Is something wrong?” Nyon asks. It’s little more than a whisper. Nyen is silent. He drops Nyon’s hand to tightly wrap his arms around him. Nyon’s eyes widen for a moment. He gently drapes his arms around Nyen. His question is silently answered.
“I’ll go,” Nyen says, breaking away from Nyon. He steps to open the door but Nyon grabs his wrist. He tugs him in the direction of his bed. Nyon flops onto his back and pats the spot beside him. Nyen obliges. Nyen lies on his side and pulls Nyon into his chest. Nyen wraps his arms around his shoulders and finger combs through the back of his hair. Nyen purrs. Their legs are tangled together. Nyon cranes his neck to softly kiss Nyen’s jaw. He then closes his eyes and presses his forehead to Nyen’s chest. His shirt smells faintly of cigarettes. Nyen’s breathing syncs with Nyon’s. The catmen melt into each other's arms. A silent apology is shared.