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in the doorway, eyeing the thick folder where it lies innocently on the table. Those files, you gonna read them? Jared shrugs. If Jensen wants me to. You want to read them? Chris shakes his head. I d rather I didn t know half of what I do know. Don t feel the need to add to it. But... He clears his throat. If there s something I should know you ll tell me, okay? If it s okay with Jensen, Jared says carefully. Chris huffs. It better be, he mutters. Just cos I don t live here anymore don t mean he can keep secrets from me. If he does I ll kick his ass. You can tell him that. Jared grins. I will. He waits until he hears the front door close before standing up. His fingers stray over the thick folder on the table before passing it with a grimace. As much as he wants to understand what Jensen went through it s not a discovery he s looking forward to. The small glimpses he got yesterday as Jensen flipped through the first pages were enough to make him dread reading the rest. Jared checks his watch. It s only two o clock in the afternoon but Jensen looked emotionally drained after the whole ordeal. Jared figures he ll give him another hour before waking him up. It s a nice enough day, they could go for a walk, pick up Harley from Steve, then have some coffee and maybe visit the park. Make a few believers happy with a flower show. Jared smiles at the thought. It s going to be a good day, he can feel it. ~k&~:~k&~:~k&~:~k&~:~k&~ They re walking through an endless field of red poppies, hands clasped, the sun shining warm and bright down on them. Florian, that s a boy s name, he s saying. Yes, but only if you have cruel parents, Jared answers with a smile. What s wrong with flowers? Jensen continues, ignoring him. I don t get it. Jared laughs and Jensen shoots him a frown. No seriously, how can someone not like flowers? he says, spreading his arms to indicate the amazing beauty around them. It s like saying you don t like water or sun or nature. Then how are you supposed to live? Jen, you re ranting again, Jared tells him, laughter in his voice. Well, it s stupid, Jensen grumbles. Aww, baby, let it go, Jared laughs, pulling him in and kissing the top of his head. Flowers are very pretty. And very, very manly. Jensen punches him in the arm then looks up at him with a frown. Ok, what s with the baby talk? he asks with a raise of his eyebrow. You ve never called me that before. I haven t? Jared asks back, sounding genuinely surprised. Huh. I guess maybe I ve been thinking about it lately. Mushy endearments? Jensen scoffs. You want me to start calling you pumpkin? No. Jared snorts then glances at Jensen, looking slightly uncertain. No, I mean babies. You know, kids. As in us maybe having some. One day. You know. Maybe. He shrugs, face flushed. Jensen stops. The world seems to hold its breath. Oh, he says uncertain. I didn t know you wanted that. You mean, you didn t know you wanted that, a familiar voice says. Jensen goes still. Then he turns and faces not Jared but himself, green eyes studying him,all thoughtful and with a slight hint of pity. Jensen swallows. No, he says quietly. I didn t know I wanted that. And I really wish you hadn t told me. His other self shrugs. Not like it s my choice. It s your head, remember? Jensen opens his mouth to point out it s actually their head when... Jensen? Jensen. Hey. Jared smiles down at him, eyes warm and happy. Thought I d wake you up before you dream the day away. Jensen blinks. He can feel his face heating. You saw my dream? he asks carefully. No. I knocked first so... Jared palms his face, rubbing a thumb gently over his cheek. Anything you want to talk about? Jensen looks at him, at the easy smile, at the slight flush in his cheeks, at the happiness in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and smiles back. Nah, he says. Nothing important. Just saw the foal again. Jared s face lights up. You did? He shakes his head in wonderment. God, that s something [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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