#author altriuccelli

“I think that none of us knew that you and Jonathan had the sort of relationship in which…”

“We don’t!” Patrick interrupts. “It’s not like that. It’s not.”

“Then what is it like?” Elgar asks, gentling his habitually crisp diction, and lowering his voice even more.

Patrick’s glad for the dim lighting on the plane. His ears still feel hot. “It’s just Jonny bogarting my daemon,” Patrick says. “And it’s Puck being all ‘I can’t be tamed!’ You know how he is. That’s all. It’s not…it’s not anything.”

–the walls kept tumbling down (in the city that we loved), by altri_uccelli