(Closed to Gabe - Sirens Gone Wild plot~)

[freefromsin]

Caleb wakes up with the overwhelming feeling that he needs to see Gabe.

It's one step away from thinking Gabe is in trouble, that urgent. There's no explanation, but the panic, the desperation, the longing are a physical ache in his chest that's impossible to ignore. He scrambles from bed, pulling on shoes while stumbling for the bathroom to take a quick piss. He manages a five second teeth brushing, but doesn't bother with his hair. He went to bed in cotton shorts and a tank top and he figures he's dressed well enough, he doesn't have time to change, he has to go.

He slips quickly and silently out of the house. It's pouring but that doesn't stop him from sprinting down the driveway to the sidewalk. It's a brisk five or ten minute jog to Mira's house, and surely the most exercise he's had in awhile, but he hardly notices. He's panting and drenched by the time he reaches their block. Shivering, he rubs a frantic hand over the back of his neck; it's early and he doesn't want to piss Mira's family off by knocking at the door and potentially waking anyone up, but he needs Gabe. Gabe needs him, he just knows it.

After some manic pacing in front of Mira's house, he finally walks to the porch and gives a determined knock. Or two.

...Three when no one answers right away.

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[overdrawing]

Tonight's dreams are about Caleb. They aren't fearful dreams, saturated with all the guilt of previous memories, but something dark and wanting, unfurled in his subconscious where it's safe. It takes him a few minutes to reluctantly extract himself from sleep.

Mira and her parents are out, so he has to be the one to come to the door. Dragging a sleepy hand over his face, he tilts his head, "Caleb?"

[overdrawing]

It had been decided that it was simply too stormy outside to send Caleb home but getting caught had also left Gabe too embarrassed to share a bed with him. The guest room carpet is of the soft, comfortable variety anyway, easy to sleep on with a good pillow and blanket, something the Kazmis have in plenty.

Caleb on the bed and Gabe on the floor. That had been their agreement. It's what makes it pleasantly confusing to wake up tangled in his blanket with an arm draped over Caleb's side, nose buried in wild, bleach blond hair.