#wip coaltown
“Austin?” Andrew’s voice comes out small, and shaky.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Come on, we’ve gotta go. Exit stage left, right?” Austin says. He makes to take a step backwards but doesn’t get far before Andrew launches himself forward, throwing his arms around the other man’s neck. He curls his trembling fingers into the back of Austin’s shirt and sobs.
A pause, and then arms curl around his back, settling there. Even in the dark, it’s easy to see that he’s filthy, mud and blood dried in clumps in his hair, and easier to tell that he’s lost weight; his clothes too loose and baggy, shoulders jutting prominently against the thick fabric of his heavy canvas jacket.
“I thought you were dead,” Andrew sobs out. He hadn’t been willing to say it, but it had been there, lurking. An undeniable option. The biggest chance.
But here he is, alive, solid, freezing.
Today’s Coaltown update! Don’t forget that you can read full chapters of it over on patreon.com/abalonetea!
