both arms cradle you now

It’s quiet, out in the cold. Oscar can faintly hear the sounds of the club through the closed door, and can even more faintly hear the chatter of the city in general, mixed in with the noise of traffic. And under everything else, the sea. He can pick it out easily, courtesy of years of living by a beach. If that’s the underlayer, the overlayer is their mingled breathing, Oscar slower than Lando.They lean against the brick wall, both of them chilly and neither of them speaking, until their breathing begins to match.--Lando gets quiet sometimes, and Oscar is made of patience and love