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Post by joseph posen on Jan 20, 2008 11:34:01 GMT -5
ashes to ashes Joe ran a hand through his dark hair. He hadn't dyed it for a while and it had remained its natural colour of a rather dull brown. For a long time it had been blond, just plain blond, no highlights. He was too lazy to highlight it. He was a lazy artist by nature and just threw a loud of crap into a pile to create art. That was his fashion and his function. What he'd made his life on, so far. He didn't really think art would carry him on any further than school, but it looked good on a reseme that he had imagination. Art created imagination. He had a great dislike of the organized and just didn't see the point in it. Files and cabinets were just a waste of space that could be taken up by other things. Sculptures for example.
Joe took a look at the skies, light grey eyes scanning the heavens. Under his left eye, a dark grey bruise was developing, really quite well. Another 'bar fight'. Anyone who actually knew Joe well enough would know he didn't fight that often. He was a calm guy and didn't really go to bars that much. It was a cover story and had been for the last two years. Gabe was supposed to be his best friend. Most people thought of him as one of his only. The partners in crime that everyone's so fond of having. They had been, when they were younger, but now. No, just not. Gabe was a violent guy. Too much for his own good. But it wasn't Joe that got the blunt end of the maniacs strikes. No. He was just the punchbag. Shane was the target. And she shouldn't be. It wasn't her fault that she'd been brought into the world of Gabe. Really it had been Joe's fault. She'd introduced them when he'd met her in an art class. She was a clay worker and he'd asked to borrow some for his latest project. She'd been all to happy to help and even helped him to construct his Big Ben made out of junk and clay. No, Shane shouldn't be here.
The courtyard was a large Quadrangle. Joe had always called it the Quad, even if everyone else refered to it as the courtyard. To him it was the Quad. Easiest to remember. Hardest to forget and all that. Joe leant against the wall nearest to the exit, one leg leaning on the tow of his trainers, the other flat on the concrete. A relaxed position. From here he could see the enterance to Hoffman and the street where cars lazily drove passed. He looked like he was waiting, which he was. He'd promised Shane he'd take her out for lunch. He didn't know how Gabe would react if he knew, but he hell with him. For once he'd do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to take Shane out to lunch. Treat her for once. Most people didn't realise what was behind the surface of Shane McCain. Sadly, Joe knew all too well. He took another look around the Quad, searching out the corners for Shane, to see if she was approching.
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Post by Shane McCain on Jan 20, 2008 23:39:15 GMT -5
you saw all my pieces broken this darkness that I could never show
A brave hand flew above her warm covers to stop the repetitive beeping coming from her alarm clock. The noise was so piercing that she soon remembered why she never set it in the past. Shane was most definitely not a morning person; her roommates and Gabe sure knew. To her convenience, all her classes were after the morning light had been up for some time. It was around noon now but Shane’s new sleep schedule wasn’t really working with the concept of time. The art house had recent become her home considering she spent over twelve hours a day occupying an individual room. She was lucky enough to get a few moments of rest so sleeping in didn’t really seem like a big deal. All she could recall was setting her alarm right before she collapsed after returning from the art quarters. Her social activity had been extremely limited over the past few days but she had promised Joe that he could take her to lunch. Shane wasn’t really sure what his intensions were, especially with Gabe being gone for the weekend, but she tried not to think much of it. They were both going through difficult times, the culprit begin her lover. However, Shane wasn’t in the mood to discuss the future. At the moment she just wanted Gabe to return home to her. She rolled across her bed, reaching out for the usually occupied spot, now free of weight. Shane soon discovered that sleeping alone was extremely difficult after begin exposed to the benefits of sleeping with someone else. The covers didn’t do him justice and her dorm smelled of old tea bags, rather than the indescribable aroma of her painter. She rubbed the empty spot before throwing her feet over the side of her bed knowing she had no other choice. Losing her balance, she hit the floor hard, her arm making contact with her elbow. At least now she’d be telling the truth if she was confronted about the developing purple and blue spot.
Joe was one of her best friends, a total confidant. The term wasn’t used loosely because unlike behavior in elementary school, the brunette truly did only have a few extraordinary people in her live; these included Gabe, Reagan, and Joe. She’d do just about anything for either of them and she was pretty confidant that she’d receive the same back. So it was no surprised that she was dragging herself about her room trying to get ready to go out with Joe. Her roaring stomach was the only thing keeping her energy up. She attempted to change quickly, hoping not to keep Joe waiting too long although she was sure he’d figure out what was taking so long; she was, in fact, a girl. As soon as she was done with her morning ritual, Shane darted out the door with her most necessary belongings.
Her daily running around the courtyard came in handy as she noticed Joe waiting for her against the exit. He seemed to be dazing off so she took the moment to take the back root, invisible to his eyes. Shane wished she could pride herself in being punctual but it seemed as if it was never to be true. Maybe the trait came along with being an artist. Creativity ran in her blood so she wouldn’t have been surprised if time was her enemy because it was the norm, always set. Everyone at Hoffman wanted to be unique and following the will of time wasn’t on that path. Joe’s dark hair caught her eye shortly and it was to her satisfaction that his gaze was still on the roads of Hoffman. She slowed down her pace in hopes that her cheeks wouldn’t look so flustered. “About time,” she said, sneaking up behind him, placing her arm on his lower back. She kept walking, her arm leading him along beside her. There was no way he was going to believe that she had showed before him but maybe the smile on her face would melt away his annoyance. So without any deliberation, the corners of her lips turned upward and a grin of sparkling teeth emerged.
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Post by joseph posen on Jan 21, 2008 14:36:01 GMT -5
dust to dust His eyes had been turned back to the road, watching the cars snake thier way passed. He'd never been bothered to learn how to drive and didn't intend to. He'd never seen the joy in having a car to go around in. He'd come from a small community and if you needed to get anywhere, you took a bike or a bus. Or the alternitive, you walked. People here didn't seem to see what walking achieved. They were all auto-freaks. Cars or motorcycles were on every street and if it wasn't, someone was in a Taxi. Big and black, or brightly coloured with advertisements for the latest films. Buses were also plastered with posters. If you really wanted to know about a film that badly, you could just look it up on the internet. You didn't really need to look at the side of a bus.
Joe checked his watch, that wasn't actually there. He rolled his eyes. He'd left the damned thing on his bedside table. He could never remember to pick it up. It had been a present from Ed when he'd collected his scholarship, but he'd never been fussy about knowing the time. He wasn't usually on time for anything. It was his nature to be late, he had no need to be early or on time. Lessons were what you could call, his own timetable. He didn't need anyone to teach him contempory sculpture. He didn't think you could teach anyone to sculpt in a contempory form. It was something that came naturally. It had come naturally to Joe. Whenever her wanted to actually do something, he gathered up all the trash he could find and piled it high, throwing bits of clay at it. Seeing if they would stick. He hadn't made one for a while, just hadn't had the time. He'd brought Gabe a while back to the studio and he'd had a bit of a tantrum when he'd asked Joe why he'd put a picture of him and Joe when they were younger. The sculpture hadn't fared well. It was in pieces in the trash bin behind the school. Sad, it was the only picture Joe had of him and Gabe from the past, and now it was somewhere at the bottem, ripped and torn.
Joe glanced around the Quad. Okay, he had given her twenty minutes as a margin. Or around that. As has been said, he didn't have a watch. He did, however, have Big Ben. The huge clock struck the hour of one. Jay crossed his arms over his chest. Twelve thirty had been the agreed meeting time. He hadn't really expected her to keep to it, but it had been worth a try. But if he'd said one, it would've been half one before she'd come. Joe didn't really mind waiting, and he wasn't truely annoyed about it. Waiting had been his forte. Waiting or clay to dry, waiting for him to dry when coming back from watersports. He hadn't been aloud in the house until he was completely dry. He didn't mind though. Australian weather tended to be warmer. Warm and wet was alright.
It wasn't long until he felt the light push on his back. He turned."Evening, stranger." He commented, stepping out of her line. He returned her bright smile with his own. "So, any preferences about where we go?" Joe was really trying to keep cheerful. The bruise from two days previously was still very visible under his left eye. It was fading now, but it was still tender to the touch. He looked up the road, only glacning over at Shane with his eyes, not wanting her to see. It was never good to give the impression of invilid
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Post by Shane McCain on Jan 21, 2008 22:26:32 GMT -5
you saw all my pieces broken this darkness that I could never show
She tried to continue their pace so he wouldn’t hound her about her lateness but he had turned at her touch. His greeting sounded a tad disappointed but not because of her late arrival. Shane was probably thinking too much into his word choice but he had used the term “stranger” rather than her own name. She had spent plenty of time with the two boys, Gabe and Joe, when they had first met. Their relationship was just beginning to develop so spending time with each other was a necessity. Everyone around began catching on to their clique, even students that they didn’t really know. Shane and Joe both found release in running so they made an effort to get together before or after their classes. It wasn’t until recently that their time together began to die down. Despite all their similarities, Shane and Joe had one extreme difference. Joe was beginning to drift away from Gabe, creating as much space as possible. She knew his reasoning but she certainly had her own opinion. The two boys had been best friends since before Hoffman; they were true blue. Sure he was going through some issues but maybe all he needed was Joe on his side rather than running away. Shane, on the other hand, loved Gabe with all her heart and she couldn’t bear to distance herself. However, she had a feeling that if she wanted to, it still wouldn’t have been a possibility. But she shook the thought out of her head because she knew how deep her feelings ran for him. She wouldn’t leave him because all her needed was support and love. The bruises and the pain would be worth it in the end because she’d be the savior; his one and only. Shane’s smile decreased to a grin but it was a smile nonetheless. She’d make more of an effort to see him; he sure was attempting.
Looking up at him she didn’t expect to see a smile on his face. But it couldn’t hide the blue and purple color of his swollen eye. It had been awhile since the day but Shane remembered it clearly because she was present at the time. The three of them had just left the art house after a long day of work. Gabe was extremely frustrated with himself because he couldn’t get past a mind block, only staring holes into his brush the whole time. Shane and Joe, though, were playfully throwing around clay, making light of their progress. Joe had always made sure to use clay as the formation of his projects so Shane automatically offered him some. Instead of handing to him though, she threw it at him, hitting him square in the face. Joe had decided to fight back, jokingly threatening her with an art tool. Gabe quickly ended the nonsense as he suggested they go back to their dorms because there was no hope for improvement. On the way back, Shane began to cling to Gabe, wishing to free him from his stress. However, he wasn’t in the zone and he grabbed her fiercely by the wrists, advising her to quit her antics. Joe quickly rushed in attempting to save Shane from some serious hurt. Without thought, or so it seemed, Gabe sucker punched Joe in the middle of the hallway. Shane had bit her lip so hard not trying to scream that it began to bleed, the taste of salt and iron dripping down her throat. There was a twinkle in Gabe’s eye that Shane couldn’t miss, reassuring her that even he didn’t expect such an action. He quickly bolted home leaving Shane and Joe to deal with the mess. Even with one eye, Joe caught the tears running down her face and assured her that he was fine. She knew he was lying but she stopped the tears as speedy as possible to comfort him. They made it back to their dorms without any onlookers but the event would always be vivid in her mind.
She placed her index finger over her mouth to signify that she was thinking. The truth was that Shane wasn’t really hungry. She wasn’t really one for food seconds after waken from sleep. Her stomach couldn’t handle the pressure and everything tasted wrong. Perhaps Joe wouldn’t murder her if she suggested they walk around the courtyard until her abdomen lightened up. They hadn’t gone running in such a long time that she figured he’d accept the idea with open arms. She removed her finger from place and let her arm go freely by her side. Would you slit my throat if I would rather walk around for awhile?
[/color] she questioned, her bottom lip jetting further from her top just to provide the best puppy dog face known to man. There was no way Joe could refuse her offer. But if he did, she’d make sure to sit across from her company and stare holes into him at lunch. [/blockquote][/font][/size]
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Post by joseph posen on Jan 22, 2008 15:14:25 GMT -5
step to step Times had become so complicated in the past year or so. Gabe's true colours hadn't helped. It had only been, at most, a year ago, if that. Just after he'd started dating Shane. Every day Joe regretted introducing Shane of Gabe, and vica versa. He'd taken it as his fault, as his personality allowed. He just didn't like the idea of Shane getting hurt, and it was because of him. He would be the only punch bag Gabe had if Shane wasn't involved and for a while, he had been. He had to admit that Gabes focus had switched from him to Shane after a while. But how could be really be thankful for that? Someone else taking his pain? No, he didn't work like that. At least, he hoped he didn't. But,if he kept blaming himself, nothing would happen. Would it? However, he didn't know if Shane wanted anything to happen. If she'd ever wanted to get away from Gabe, she easily could've left Hoffman, or just stayed out of his way. But she'd never seemed as if she'd wanted to. She must've known he was there to help, if she needed it...in any way. He wasn't the sort to leave her alone. Yes, he was trying to stay away from Gabe as much as possible, but it was still difficult. They were both artists, and he still saw a lot of Shane. He didn't want to break off his relationship with Shane just because of Gabe. He really didn't, it didn't seem fair or logical. But where was fairness and logic when Gabe had broken his arm? Where had faith been, faith and justice when Joe was in hospital having "fallen down the stairs". It was like lying about an abusive parent.
The smile had stayed on Shane's own lips. He had expected as much. She'd always been much better than he had at staying positive. She was a good person to have around, at any time really, but especially when not in the best of moods. For the cliched phrase 'a beacon of light'. His 'light' had faded with hope. That might've been a rather overdramatic way of putting it, but it got the point across. Joe had, in his past with Gabe, broken two bones: His right arm in a fight and his collar bone. The collar bone had been an accident. A year ago, maybe a year and a few months, Joe had invited Gabe around for a week. Joe had lived with his brother, Eddie, since he'd come to England. It had been his fathers flat, but DCI Jack Posen was a grave man now. Ed had gone to his lecture, being an Oxbridge student, they didn't get many days off. He'd be out for the morning, rowing practise, Joe had woken up late and woken Gabe up. Seeing as it was half past one. Gabe had raged into something of a temper. Joe had ignored him, not really awake enough to fight back. Joe had taken the easy way out of just walking down the stairs. Gabe had raged himself into silence for the best part of three hours. Joe had taken off for a run, as usual. Arriving back at quarter to five, Gabe had confronted the young Joseph at the door. Joe had replied to whatever question had been asked of him and taken the stairs. Gabe had followed, almost shouting at him. Joe had tried his best to ignore him, as he had made a talent of. At the first floor landing, Gabe had siezed the aussie's hood and yanked him back. Joe lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs. That wasn't to say that it was really Gabe's fault, Joe should've been more considerate. But all the young artist could remember was the blinding pain, flash of light, the opening of the front door and the unmistakeable voice of Ed yelling to call '999'. Then he blacked out. Not exactly the way ever sixteen year old wanted to spend thier holiday. Well, seventeen really. He was young for his year and had only just made it to seventeen. Now he was almost eighteen. Eighteen in just a few days time. He wanted to reach his eighteenth out of hospital. He was doing alright at the moment. By the time Gabe came back from his weekend trip, he'd only have eleven days before of being underage.
Joe's long stride was slowed down slightly. He was used to running to his destination, but he could just as easily ramble onwards without any real point in the walk. That was another thing he didn't think the British really got as a concept. Mindless wandering, ambling without a thought. Just to talk, to exist. Something to do rather than sit at a desk. Joe glanced down at Shane, apparently thinking hard. Thinking was always good to see. Actually it really depending on what they were thinking about, but the question had been rather direct. It could be quite hard to divert your thinking from 'where you wanted to go for lunch' to anything else. Joe would find it hard at any rate. His smile windened slightly at her reply. "Do you really believe me capable of murder, Shane?" He asked, his playful glitter back in his bright eyes. "And anyway, I've just had breakfast." Joe had been edging for just some good ol' excersise for a while. With Shane was just better, but it was always good to stay on top of excerise.
Joe shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He was only a few levels away from dragging his feet. He was only wearing a shirt, even a long sleeved one didn't keep out all of the cold. He wasn't exactly cold...yet. His eyes glanced over the Quad, it stil lseemed to be empty at this early time of the...afternoon. "So, how are you faring up?" Joe asked, looking full on at Shane for the first time. He'd forgotten the bruise, and the one on his thigh where he'd fallen. It was history now, he wasn't one to dwell. He was one to check up, however. He needed to know how she was, and he didn't really know why. He had a slight need to know she was alright, protect her if he could. He couldn't really help himself, not any more.
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Post by Shane McCain on Jan 29, 2008 22:03:00 GMT -5
you saw all my pieces broken this darkness that I could never show
Joe seemed to be pondering thoroughly about something; perhaps they were both thinking the same thing. Best friends tended to have some sort of intuition which pretty much explains finishing each others sentences. However, she couldn’t remember anytime that Joe had paused so she could butt in and it was kind of a relief. Shane thought it was actually creepy and quite annoying when people interrupted to add on followed by an excessive amount of giggling. She’d rather gag herself with a spoon than laugh awkwardly along with an inside joke that didn’t include every party. Shane actually enjoyed awkwardness but only from a far. Being involved made her feel queasy and uncomfortable. But that was the point, wasn’t it? It’s all fun and games until someone throws up! She had come to the fact they were probably thinking the same thing the majority of the time but, thankfully, going that far didn’t seem pleasant to either of them. The two were in fact students at a magnet school where being diverse was praised.
Even after coming back from her own mind, Joe was still absent from reality. She couldn’t keep her eyes from wander up to his own, Gabe’s latest victim. It was hard to forget pain when a constant reminder occurred every time the wind blew. Shane wanted to reach up and run her slender fingers across the bruised spot underneath his eye to see if he’d flinch. Not in an enjoyable way but just to see if he could even still feel. There were occasions when Shane felt completely numb to everything and everyone around her. She didn’t specifically like to talk about it but somehow Joe knew and she wasn’t all that surprised. They experienced the same emotionally and physically which brought them closer than friends. Shane liked to think of them as soulmates although not necessarily in a loving relationship way. There was just this connection way more real than ‘you’re my best friend.’ With that thought, Shane fastened herself onto him, their arms locking as they continued their pace down the courtyard’s many paths. She tapped her fingers one by one on his arm curious to see if he would retreat from his thoughts. For someone so young and free, Joe always had something ticking away at his brain.
The second she diverted her attention from him, Shane could feel his smile melting her under it’s bright shine. As in sync as they could be, the opposite wasn’t far from true. “Looks can be deceiving, Joe,”
[/color] she simply responded before she winked in his direction. Shane knew well that Joe’s stance on violence was much like hers. They were lovers, not fighters and they had Gabe to thank for that. It wasn’t as if they’d go blow up China if Gabe had never been introduced into their lives but he certain changed their perspective. She gently pushed him off the path, her arm still tangled in his. “Joseph Posen! What were you going to do,”[/color] she began, her voice resembling that of an adult, “sit there and watch me eat?”[/color] She was only being mock dramatic of course because Shane tried to stay clear of as much drama as possible. Making conflict wasn’t really her thing and anyone who knew her was aware. The two began to walk in silence, the speedy wind only to be heard. Night had yet to fall but the trees could be caught shivering if one looked close enough. Thankfully for Shane, Joe was keeping her warmer than he probably knew. Being skinny had it’s drawbacks and they certainly weren’t any fun in the cold. Shane had one of the fastest metabolisms around so gaining weight could be extremely difficult. Recently she had been trying her hardest to scarf down food faster than air but there was only so much her stomach could handle at one moment; she’d have to learn to expand it over a period of time. Joe suddenly spoke, his whole head turned to give her full attention. The bruise was most visible now, even the specific places where capillaries were damaged seemed hard to miss. “I think you’re asking the wrong person,”[/color] she simply replied before she stopped them in their tracks. Shane turned to face him full on, refusing to let his eyes drift anywhere but her own fair face. Raising her right hand, she slid her fingers from the bottom of his cheek all the way to the edge of the purple. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, not wanting to go any further, scared that she’d hurt him. Then she released her touch, now hovering directly over the mark. “Can you still feel it?”[/color] she asked, finally mustering up the courage. [/blockquote][/font][/size]
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Post by joseph posen on Jan 31, 2008 16:41:37 GMT -5
'till everything burns Joe's own revery wasn't really the sort to fade over time. During his time after his father's death, he'd had a lot of time to think. He did a lot of time thinking when he was sculpting, or mucking about as he called it. Most of the time he was on his own, or if he wasn't, he was with Gabriel or Shane. Well it was very rare to see Shane without seeing Gabe. This was one of the rare times. Joe could remember the last time. Although, that had ended in tragedy. Gabe had found them together and it hadn't been pretty. That 'bar fight' had ended with a bruised rib and a cut across the left cheek for Shane. Not a happy time. Not then. He kept thinking that Gabe would jump out from behind one of the bushes. Talk about paranoid. Joe wasn't so much worried for himself, but for Shane. It just wasn't fair on her. One day Gabriel was going to do some serious damage to her and he wouldn't be there to stop it. And worst, it would be his fault. She could end up in hospital, or worse for something he could've prevented. But, in any case, he would try to be there for as much time as he could. When he was around, the brunt of the force fell mostly on him. He didn't mind it, not any more. Everyone else really thought he was just a rough guy who drank just a tad too much. Shane would be one of the only people who would know Joe didn't really drink much at all. Maybe once every now and then, but not really. Not like some of the people here.
Joe couldn't help but remember most things at the most innapropriate times. Mostly it just sort of appeared. In the middle of a lecture, whilst walking. The most frequent was the news. The news of his fathers death. Shot by cowards, a risk of being a policeman. But still, he wasn't even on the beat any more. Misty Thursday morning. Three months of undercover work then BANG BANG BANG. Left in an alley for the three members of his team to find him. Someone had snitched. And they'd found out who. A man on his fathers team: Nathan Syntak. A tall man with evil little eyes that never seemed to stop moving. Joe could rember how Eddie had reacted. Usually the essence of calm and karma, he had shoved the man against a wall, pushing his forearm into Nathan's neck. He'd been pulled off by the two other member of DCI Jack Posen's team: Kathryn Shock and Will Asquith. Eddie had calmed down and left, taking Joe with him. Joe had been ten at the time. It just wasn't right. It was natural. A boy shouldn't just grow up with his brother. He needed a father. Not a father figure, an actual father.
Joe pulled himself from his thoughts as the gentle tapping on his arm was registered in the messed up filing cabinate of his brain. He looked at Shane, grey eyes pale and almost blank. He'd tried for as long as possible to keep up the smile, but it just wasn't very comfortable. The bruise pressured the muscles and stretched them if he smiled. Any one can image the discomfort of that. Her reply made him raise an eyebrow. "So in your eyes I would be capable of murder?" He asked, obviously in a jokey fashion. Although, filed away at the back of his mind was the thought that Gabriel would probably be capable. Eleven days, and he determinded to make it. No-one was going to hold him back. At least, he hoped not. He hadn't really been watching where she was walking and tripped over the side curb. He managed to regain his balance and couldn't help a smile, not just at his clumsiness, but at her remark. "Of course not. I' ma growing boy, I can perfectly well have two meal in the space of..." he checked his watch. "two hours." He finished, smiling at Shane, ignoring the slight twinge of pain.
They continued, stepping back onto the path. The path, which for once, led somewhere. He didn't actually know where, but it led somewhere, which was enough. Joe kept contemplating untying the jacket he perminantly had tied around his waist. He couldn't really be asked to. If the wind really picked up, he would've done. He'd made a habit of always going out with a jumper, even in summer. The aussie didn't really thinkg British summers counted, seeing as he was used to the heat of the middle of Australia. He couldn't help himself when he turned. It was a reflex he had. When asking a personal question he always faced the reciever of the question. It was only really something to do. You needed their full attention, but still he felt slightly uncomfortable. He needed to ask it, but he didn't want to, not in the larger context. Although, it wasn't usual for the recipient to turn. But Shane did. Full on to face him. He really wanted to look away, to look at something else, anything else. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Her delicate touch made him stop from answering her statement. He closed his mouth, that had been open to reply, and swallowed, locking eye contact with Shane. If it had been anyone else, he would've stopped them getting too close to the mark imprinted on his cheek. But he didn't want her to stop. He could feel the bruise, but more he could feel the everlasting throb from the bone running across the top of his chest. The fractured collar bone had never really healed. Even with surgery. It had a habit of clicking out of place, and it had done when he'd crashed to the floor. It usually did come as a suprise when someone brought their fist to meet your face. And uninvited I must say. He ignored the gentle throb, though the pain was evident in his eyes. He probably just needed a good weeks rest, but he could never bring hismelf to use sick leave or days off. He prefered to be doing something, getting on with a project. Shane's questing fingers would've made him flinch, if it had been anyone else. However, he just stayed still, trying to take his eyes of her. But he couldn't. The question came as a suprise. He took a few moments to reply. "Yes." His soft reply came, almost a whisper.
He raised his own arm up, the click almost audible as the collar bone rubbed against the shoulder blade. He wasn't even sure if it was supposed to do that. His fingers folded over her own, holding the eye contact. "You're hands are freezing!" He muttered, letting go of her hand really quite quickly. He pulled at the sleeves of the jacket around his waist, loosening the knot. He pulled it off and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying not to look too embarressed. He didn't really think he managed it that well.
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