I need to go to bed now, but tomorrow there will be one more Nest and a Kate and Georgie
These fluffs are not adequately fluffy, I know, and I apologize. I need to work on it.
Neil sat and looked out over the ocean, his face resting on his hand. This was a weird place. It felt weird. He looked again at the carved columns on either side of the entrance to the cave.
He walked towards the big dark door—something about a cave having a big square set of double doors like this was weird. He reached out—
“What the hell are you doing?”
He turned, and stared.
West was as tall, dark, and handsome as ever, but now his hands were on his hips, Neil was standing at his door after being caught attempting to break in, and Neil had accidentally watched enough of Circe’s terrible romance movies to see where this was going.
“I came to break into your house.”
Neil noticed that West wasn’t steady on his feet though. His hands dropped from his hips, and he rubbed his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here,” said Neil. “The winter chill will make you sick,” he said.
“It’s not winter yet, mother,” grumbled West. “I came to sleep in my own damn bed.”
Neil said, “Do you um… need help? You look like hell.”
“Do I need help sleeping?” West asked sardonically. “I don’t know, Neil. I might need help going potty by myself.”
“Hey, I’m just asking,” he said defensively.
West looked at Neil with those cosmic eyes, and said, “You’re defensive about my sharp tongue but not about the fact that you are attempting to enter my house without permission?” he asked as he stepped forward. He produced a key from his pocket and opened the door. Neil was tall, but West pushed seven feet and dwarfed even him. “Well, you may as well come for whatever it was you wanted. What was it?”
“I just wanted to see it,” he said. “Circe’s beaten all the common sense out of me.”
“And the prudence. Sounds right,” West said with a smirk. “Well, come inside then.”
West’s pad was… actually really sweet. It was a really modern-looking house, with clean, simple lines and dark furniture, dark appliances in the kitchen, and huge open spaces with no windows that looked out over the Turkish valley. Or was it Bulgarian? Neil wasn’t actually sure where he really was. Circe had taught him this cool new trick for getting from place to place with sunbeams and it was really dangerous.
West disappeared down a hall, and Neil realized that it was freezing. “How are you not cold?” he called after the guy.
When Neil found him, West had already collapsed onto a huge bed that was literally covered in silky spreads of multicolored fabric, silk and linen and cotton, piles and piles of it. Neil stepped inside, slowly, quietly, looking around as he did. The bedroom was wide open to the ocean, and a salty breeze rolled in. The floors were smooth stone all the way up to the mouth of the cave. He stood as close to the edge as he dared to, and then looked back at the puff of dark hair that stood out from the white pillows.
“Y’know, you have a really sweet pad.”
“My brother did this. It didn’t look this nice last time I was here.”
“When was that?”
“Nineteen ninety… nine? 2000. Somewhere in there.”
“I feel kinda special.”
There was a snort. “C’mere,” said West. “‘Mm tired and I don’t want to be alone.”
Neil had learned a few things since leaving Salem last month. The most important was probably the value of a nap.
West shook his head. “Not weird.”
Neil took off his bag, his coat, his shoes. He climbed in. His heart was beating a little too fast, what the hell was he doing. But West just laid there. His eyes closed, like nothing was happening.
And then Neil was falling asleep too.