until my last breath (harrison)

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After the strange encounter with Ophelia, Indigo was beginning to feel a little more at ease with himself. He didn't feel too peculiar about holding onto Harrison's arm for warmth as they made way towards the roller rink. He struggled with the feeling of happiness, wondering if he was so deserving of it, because he wasn't working relentlessly to achieve it.

Entering the place, he made way towards the bar with him and sat down.

He released a long, slow breath.

All right. Even if this was a let's just be friends drink, at least he had admitted to his feelings. Or had he, really, still? He hadn't entirely said all the words that he wished to say. Did they need to be said? He looked at Harrison like some lost puppy, and took hold of his hand quickly.

@Harrison Jetson

Taking off his skates, Harrison started trying to remember which route to Heartbreak Hotel would be the most lowkey.

"Aging is an inevitability. I often ponder how I'd look had I aged like my schoolmates, but I decide to not focus on the what ifs too much. I can't help my genetics."

@Indigo Macmillan

"You would still be very handsome."

When he thought of men his Father's age, he could see why they were attractive. Some of them had aged very well and were still in good shape, had all their hair and deep lines that were somewhat charming to their features. Indigo always got along more with the older generation anyway. Those of his generation seemed far too childish, especially the boys.

"Should we... get going soon?" He suggested meekly, skating to the side of the rink and looking at the floor.

@Harrison Jetson

"I never exactly saw how my relatives aged either. Guess it will always be a mystery," Harrison replied with a chuckle. Of course, he wasn't going to elaborate. He didn't feel ready. He never felt ready to.

He nodded. "We should."

@Indigo Macmillan