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There was a soft pressure on the side of his head for a split second before it went away. Johnnie groaned and lifted his head up, then realized Carrington had kissed his temple. He realized after, it was because Carrington had been getting ready to leave. Johnnie watched through half lidded eyes as Carrington pushed himself up by his elbows onto his hands, and gently scooted off the bed. "Going?" Johnnie mumbled and pulled the blanket a little closer to his chest.
"Sorry," his voice was gentle, "I thought you were asleep." Carrington said, almost in a sigh, as he gave a guilty smile. His voice was softer than Johnnie had ever heard it before. Johnnie decided then, at that moment, he loved Carrington. He wasn't sure what type of love, but that was an issue for when he was more awake. Carrington quietly walked over to the side Johnnie had been lying on and paused for a second. Thinking, maybe. Then, as gentle as before, he gave Johnnie a kiss on his temple.
Johnnie smiled and ducked his head into his pillow, almost nervously. Carrington laughed, gently, per usual for tonight. Johnnie could feel his gaze still on him, moving his head to get a better look. Sunlight filtered through Johnnies black curtains. It was still early in the morning, birds chirping, the wind blowing. The noises of the city still apparent, though they never die down. Johnnie could just barely see Carrington. The lighting reminded him of a scene from Twilight, maybe. Light grey-green with hints of the morning sun.
Though it wasn't much beauty of it, it sure made Johnnie think Carrington looked absolute. His short hair was tussled this way and that, how it usually is just less intentional, and sleep lines were all over his face and chest. Johnnie didn't want Carrington to leave. He wanted to bask in the moment for just an hour more, but he surely wasn't going to ask him to stay. That would be weird. Because friends probably don't do that. Johnnie really wouldn't know.
A few minutes go by of them simply staring at each other, not talking. "I'll leave now, sorry for waking you," Carrington whispered just loud enough for Johnnie to hear. Johnnie nodded, not knowing what to say, and watched as Carrington left his room. He struggled with Johnnies door for a moment, as it kept opening without reason. As soon as he got the door shut, Johnnie was alone and colder than he had felt before.
Johnnie didn't like being alone. But for now, he was fine with it. Enjoying, though he wouldn't really use that word, a moment to think about him and Carrington. It would never happen, but it was nice to think about before he fell asleep again. He hoped Carrington was thinking about him, too.