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Post by William Beckett on Jun 3, 2011 2:20:29 GMT -5
William's eyes didn't slip from Gabe for the rest of the session. He was still listening to the others speak, he usually did, but sound doesn't mean much to someone that doesn't speak much. It was the looks that made him happy.
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Post by Gabe Saporta on Jun 5, 2011 4:45:23 GMT -5
The ssession eventually came to an uninetersting end and the nurse suggest we all go to the craftroom, so of course, I pulled him astray to wander the halls. To let him relax from being under the scrutiny of the doctors and therapists. Trying to make his smile come back.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 5, 2011 5:40:36 GMT -5
William didn't look away for a second. He allowed himself to be led without protest until, at last, they reached the hall they knew best. Without even thinking, William dragged his heels and pulled Gabe to a halt.
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Post by Gabe Saporta on Jun 10, 2011 4:25:29 GMT -5
[randomly switching perspective, it's cool..i can go with that]
Gabe stopped, eyes widening some in surprise, "What's wrong?" He asked without thinking.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 10, 2011 6:04:09 GMT -5
[oh god I'm sorry I forget which perspective I'm writing in...the number of times I've had to edit posts... I can fix it if you want.]
William shook his head. With what strength he could find, he pulled Gabe towards him and whispered as light as a breeze, "I like it here."
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Post by Gabe Saporta on Jun 17, 2011 6:31:32 GMT -5
Gabe smiled, heart thundering that William had spoken. "I like anywhere with you."
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 23, 2011 10:53:55 GMT -5
William's cheeks flushed as he pressed his lips against a stubbled cheek. All the words he wanted to say, they felt heavy in his throat.
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Post by Gabe Saporta on Jun 27, 2011 6:31:51 GMT -5
Gabe smiled and reached up to slide his fingers swiftly through William's locks. Gabe wanted to speak more, to shower William with verbal affection, but figured it'd be better to stay quiet in this moment.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 29, 2011 16:18:47 GMT -5
William tried to speak. To force the weight from his vocal chords. He could hardly manage a sound. Instead, he was forced to be content with pressing into Gabe and wondering whether he dared lean in.
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