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justprompts: Trinket
Jun. 10th, 2010 01:47 pm"... you're crazy."
"Maybe."
"So you just..." But Pogue's fingers were already moving, tracing along the sleek lines of the bike, eyes alight.
"Yeah, I did. I could, and..." Caleb shrugged.
"You didn't have to."
He looked down. "Maybe not." He breathed in, then blurted out the rest, words that he'd been swallowing since the damned accident. "But it wasn't right watching you without one, y'know? Like watching somebody who should and wants to fly… hobble, limited by stuff that shouldn't be getting in your way."
A few blond strands fell across Pogue's face as he looked up, head canted to one side a bit, obscuring his expression. Or maybe it would have been hard to read anyway. Then he moved to check over the Ducati, getting-back-in-the-habit like. "So..."
The older boy shrugged. He knew that today would be hard enough for the birthday boy anyway. This, this was for him alone.
"So I suppose you'll want a ride, one of these days?"
"I wouldn't dream of getting in the way for the first--"
"Oh, shaddup." The words shot his way along with a helmet. The one that came with this bike, Caleb noticed as his best friend only moved in the garage to grab his own one from a shelf. "Let's see what this baby can do."
"Maybe."
"So you just..." But Pogue's fingers were already moving, tracing along the sleek lines of the bike, eyes alight.
"Yeah, I did. I could, and..." Caleb shrugged.
"You didn't have to."
He looked down. "Maybe not." He breathed in, then blurted out the rest, words that he'd been swallowing since the damned accident. "But it wasn't right watching you without one, y'know? Like watching somebody who should and wants to fly… hobble, limited by stuff that shouldn't be getting in your way."
A few blond strands fell across Pogue's face as he looked up, head canted to one side a bit, obscuring his expression. Or maybe it would have been hard to read anyway. Then he moved to check over the Ducati, getting-back-in-the-habit like. "So..."
The older boy shrugged. He knew that today would be hard enough for the birthday boy anyway. This, this was for him alone.
"So I suppose you'll want a ride, one of these days?"
"I wouldn't dream of getting in the way for the first--"
"Oh, shaddup." The words shot his way along with a helmet. The one that came with this bike, Caleb noticed as his best friend only moved in the garage to grab his own one from a shelf. "Let's see what this baby can do."
