"Yeah," says Jason, shifting beneath the feather weight of her hand. It's the same discomfort that's kept him indoors for a week, hiding like a scolded child away where no one could see his shame. "It's hard to explain."
He isn't even sure he wants to try, but for her, Jason will. "My dad came. Things are weird with us." Moving away, Jason wraps his fingers around the familiar beams of the parallel bars and pulls himself up to perch. "I got used to this place just being mine."
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Date: 2011-11-21 10:31 pm (UTC)He isn't even sure he wants to try, but for her, Jason will. "My dad came. Things are weird with us." Moving away, Jason wraps his fingers around the familiar beams of the parallel bars and pulls himself up to perch. "I got used to this place just being mine."