[He meets Miles' eyes, and at the fingers across his jaw he closes his eyes. His first instinct is to pull back, the sensation crawling across his skin, but he doesn't. He leans into the touch a bit, his look thoughtful, and he softly brushes his lips against Miles' palm.]
Happiness.
[A bitter smile. Happiness. He wasn't quite sure that he knew exactly what it felt like, but there were times...Klavier's birthday, fighting with the cake, and they were both laughing honestly. A box car, watching the sunset and sharing a cigarette with Miles and just speaking, neither of them holding expectations over the other. A glossy magazine in his hands, his photograph on the cover and inside a shoot that he did with Armin. Rolling Stone, and the band all bickering like a family as they always did.
Christmas, and it was much the same, but he knew that he was alive, stepping into a world he wasn't sure he could ever understand, but that there were people that cared for him.]
My happiness is elusive, rare. I am content to merely be alive at times.
[and he meets his eyes again, just for a moment before he has to look away.]
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Date: 2008-07-12 02:07 pm (UTC)Happiness.
[A bitter smile. Happiness. He wasn't quite sure that he knew exactly what it felt like, but there were times...Klavier's birthday, fighting with the cake, and they were both laughing honestly. A box car, watching the sunset and sharing a cigarette with Miles and just speaking, neither of them holding expectations over the other. A glossy magazine in his hands, his photograph on the cover and inside a shoot that he did with Armin. Rolling Stone, and the band all bickering like a family as they always did.
Christmas, and it was much the same, but he knew that he was alive, stepping into a world he wasn't sure he could ever understand, but that there were people that cared for him.]
My happiness is elusive, rare. I am content to merely be alive at times.
[and he meets his eyes again, just for a moment before he has to look away.]