Days linked together, but he couldn’t really say which day it was, unless you’d asked him in that ten-minute window just after he checked the schedule each night.
One day, instead of going back to the trailer, he decided to walk a little. He didn’t feel like it, but something was calling him to move instead of sit still inside his bedroom.
His feet took the familiar route along the path he’d walked several times since the first day he met Wyatt.Wyatt.Izzy hadn’t thought he’d ever meet someone as incredible as Wyatt, let alone have someone like him be interested in Izzy. And he’d had Wyatt for a while, seen how it could be when you truly found someone who felt like everything good in the world.
Izzy wiped his cheeks. His eyes were leaking again.
Maybe it was just another proof of stupidity. That he’d thought anything good could come from this. That’s he’d be allowed to have someone as good as Wyatt.
He swallowed to ease the feeling of nausea he felt suddenly. He barely lifted his gaze from his work boots as he traced the old route to the lookout spot.
“Izzy.”
Izzy froze and looked up. Wyatt was standing awkwardly in their spot.
Izzy didn’t know what to say. Suddenly his heart was trying to bounce its way out through his throat. He didn’t know what to do, either.
He tried to figure out what to do, whether he should turn around and flee or to go closer. He couldn’t read Wyatt’s face then, familiar as it was by now.
“Izzy,” Wyatt repeated. His hand twitched forward, as if he knew Izzy was about to run.
It was that small gesture that broke something inside him.
With an animalistic sound, Izzy strode forward and then they were hugging, clinging to each other and crying their eyes out.
It was as if time stopped and nothing mattered but standing there with Wyatt in his arms, clutching him back just as tightly.
After some time, Izzy couldn’t have told how long, they separated enough to look at each other from the close distance.
Wyatt looked awful. He was still the most beautiful person Izzy had ever seen, but now he looked gaunt, as if he hadn’t been eating either. There were dark shadows under his eyes that seemed to have lost some of their shine.
Izzy closed the gap between their faces and kissed Wyatt gently, as if he’d break otherwise. Wyatt clung to the front of Izzy’s smudged work shirt and kissed him back the same way.
Finally, they moved to sit on the ground, Wyatt easily straddling Izzy’s thighs so they could be as close together as possible.
“I don’t think I can be without you,” Izzy murmured quietly. The words scared him, and he supposed they would scare Wyatt, too.
Wyatt nodded against his shoulder where he’d burrowed himself as soon as they’d settled down.
“I know,” he whispered. “I can’t be without you, either.”
“None of this makes any sense,” Izzy stroked Wyatt’s back, wanting to feel him as much as possible. “How can we…” He trailed off, not knowing how the sentence ended.
“Feels right, though.”
“Yes, yes it does.” He hadn’t felt this complete since the before that night. Everything made sense again. He could hear the birds and look at the nature around them and truly see it.
“What do we do?” Wyatt asked, leaning back so he could look at Izzy.
“I guess we wait. Maybe Justin will calm down?” It was the only hope they had, if you didn’t count running away and Izzy refused to do that to any of the Abbots, Wyatt included.
“Yeah,” Wyatt sighed.
“I really need your phone number,” Izzy said, smiling slightly.
Wyatt let out a small guffaw. “I can’t believe we didn’t exchange numbers before.”
“Me neither.”
