This is Me

[Raffe]

It was nice to talk about even if it never happened. Wasn’t like Raffe wasn’t already a dreamer, even if he’d learned over the years to keep such things to himself. He’d lived through enough shit shows to realise that dreams usually turned at some point, if they even happened at all. Not that it stopped him donning those rose-tinted glasses. Seemed a poor way to live otherwise, always expecting the worst. He just didn’t put any great hope on it. Well, maybe a little.

The fact Nox considered his plants made him feel warm inside. He definitely didn’t picture said balcony, or anything else about the hypothetical apartment that already felt like it could be a home. The casual swing of their arms and Nox’s clear happiness made him grin. For now Raffe just lived in the moment of it.

He’d barely considered the dojo at all during the walk (or breakfast) before it was suddenly there. “I guess,” he said, a little uncertain now. Were you ever really ready for something like this? Well, he was here anyway, and willing to try. 

A tornado of kids spilled out as they arrived, alongside their parents. Raffe’s gaze explored the interior once they finally got the chance to step inside. Nox was quiet beside him, which Raffe took to be some uncertainty of his own. He leaned close, their hands an anchor between them. “You got this,” he said softly. Half a grin followed. His spare hand rubbed his jaw.