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(200) // (Pg-13. Sap.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Bob shakes his head, stating that he will be fine, and Ray nods, because seriously, what else could he do?'
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
For the 'Chicago' challenge @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcr_100 (here, third place) + #022 Parting @ 25fluffyfics. Sappy, sappy, sappy. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veecious held my hand and made encouraging noises through all this.
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Ray’s hands sink deeper into his pockets. He looks weary, and he can’t - not really, not entirely - blame it on the fact he’s spent part of the night staring at the top of his bunk.
“Take care of yourself, alright?”
“That should be my line,” replies Bob, shrugging. Somehow he’s managed to pull off a smile, yet Ray can tell that it’s a fake one. It never reaches Bob’s eyes. Never.
“You’re the one who’s about to tour all around the world, not me. I’m just heading home.”
“Heading home with a fucked up wrist.”
Bob shakes his head, stating that he will be fine, and Ray nods, because seriously, what else could he do?
“Sure. Sure you will.”
They don’t kiss (it isn’t because they’re pulling a tough guys don’t have feelings show for other people’s benefit, it’s just that they’re at the fucking airport. Zero privacy, and they can’t afford ending up on gossip magazines), they only share a quick hug, whisper some words, some warnings, ’take fucking care, you idiot, I want you back', 'I’ll call you when I land, don’t worry', and then they have to let go, because the flight to Chicago is taking off soon.
(200) // (Pg-13. Sap.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Bob shakes his head, stating that he will be fine, and Ray nods, because seriously, what else could he do?'
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
For the 'Chicago' challenge @
mcr_100 (here, third place) + #022 Parting @ 25fluffyfics. Sappy, sappy, sappy. veecious held my hand and made encouraging noises through all this. **
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Ray’s hands sink deeper into his pockets. He looks weary, and he can’t - not really, not entirely - blame it on the fact he’s spent part of the night staring at the top of his bunk.
“Take care of yourself, alright?”
“That should be my line,” replies Bob, shrugging. Somehow he’s managed to pull off a smile, yet Ray can tell that it’s a fake one. It never reaches Bob’s eyes. Never.
“You’re the one who’s about to tour all around the world, not me. I’m just heading home.”
“Heading home with a fucked up wrist.”
Bob shakes his head, stating that he will be fine, and Ray nods, because seriously, what else could he do?
“Sure. Sure you will.”
They don’t kiss (it isn’t because they’re pulling a tough guys don’t have feelings show for other people’s benefit, it’s just that they’re at the fucking airport. Zero privacy, and they can’t afford ending up on gossip magazines), they only share a quick hug, whisper some words, some warnings, ’take fucking care, you idiot, I want you back', 'I’ll call you when I land, don’t worry', and then they have to let go, because the flight to Chicago is taking off soon.
