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cold linoleum icing my growing pains
by Anonymous
(fic title from ‘boreas’ by the oh hellos<3) The beach is lively when he gets there, with scattered people in each area and Tommy almost feels uncomfortable, shifting the backpack on his shoulder and thanking the Uber driver as he slips out of the backseat, until he recognizes a tall man standing in waiting by the entrance, leaning against the stone wall and gazing at something on his phone. “Wil!” he calls, trying for enthusiasm despite the way his voice cracks a little, and he lifts a hand to wave to the man, who looks just as ecstatic to see him, grinning widely and pocketing his phone to walk over in two strides.“Tommy!” Wilbur responds, standing in front of him now with the biggest smile on his face, as though Tommy were the very sun in the sky itself (and if there’s a flicker of concern as he takes in the boy’s features, the way his hands shake a tad and the restless that clings underneath his eyelids, Tommy doesn’t seem to notice). or, Tommy’s very overworked and fairly touch-starved. Wilbur’s there to help, in some way or another :)or or, crimeboys spend a day at the beach
