And he couldn’t help but wonder how long he should wait before taking Griffin up on his offer.CLERK SHALL ISSUE THE CERTIFICATE OF TITLE Arthur was left alone in his silent, moonlit room with his thoughts. If you need anything, the door will be open and I’d be more than happy to help you out.” The door closed behind Griffin. “I’ll be retiring to your guest room for the night.” “It’s getting rather late, don’t you think?” Griffin said from somewhere across the bedroom. Arthur reached out his hand as he turned towards the sound. “I know that it’s true.”Īnd then the touch was gone. “You don’t need to,” a smile was evident in his voice. “I shouldn’t answer that,” he replied, unable to speak any louder than a whisper. “And is that a good thing?” Griffin was so close that Arthur could feel his breath on his neck as he spoke. The hand trailed up and down his spine through his shirt, a light touch that affected him more than he’d like to admit. He felt a hand on his shoulder and shuddered as it dragged along his back as Griffin walked behind him. “You’re a menace, you know that?” Arthur said, pointing a finger and trying to look sternly at the man he can’t see.Īrthur felt his resolve start to falter. Upon hearing him Arthur put on an offended expression that only worsened his friend’s laughter. Griffin couldn’t hold back his snickering. “God, Griffin, what are you doing?” Arthur exclaimed, stepping back and looking at the nothing in front of him. Squinting, he took a step forward only to run into something. The floorboards creaked and Arthur spun around to find nothing. “Griffin.?” He said lightly, unaware if his friend was sleeping or had slipped out of the room while his eyes were closed. Arthur stepped closer to the bed, still sensing nothing. The moonlight as the only source of illumination didn’t help that fact. The bedsheets were rumpled, but it was difficult to see any proper indentations that would indicate a person being there. Turning around to face the bed, Arthur saw Griffin’s cigarette smouldering in the ashtray on the side table. The floorboards creaked faintly as he walked over to the patio door to shut it, trying to shake off the frigid air that had settled on him while he rested. Arthur opened his eyes and raised himself from his chair. It’s late and he should be sleeping, not stressing over matters that very well may not come to pass. He brought his hands up to rub his face as he let out a sigh. The whole town was after him, and sure Arthur’s house was safe but for how long? What would they do to him?
Not of Griffin, he could never be afraid of his friend, but of what would happen to him. All that Griffin had told him that evening was a lot to wrap his head around, and frankly he was terrified. He tried to clear his head, but the silence only let his mind wander. He crossed them to retain some warmth and let his eyes fall shut.
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A breeze blew into the room and chilled Arthur, prickling the skin on his arms. Griffin let out a hum in acknowledgement then the room fell silent except for the sound of the wind rustling the trees through the open patio door. “It’s late and you should rest comfortably. “No, no need for any of that,” he said finally. The indentations on the bed shifted, and Griffin took another drag from his cigarette. “I can put my shirt and bandages back on if that would be better.”Īrthur’s eyes drifted back to the bed where the voice of his friend was coming from. “Well I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own home,” Griffin’s voice sounded serious. “Knowing you’re there and not being able to see you.” "It's strange, you know.” His eyes danced around his room, unable to settle on anything properly in the dim lighting. "You look worried," Griffin said, holding in a laugh.
Griffin breathed out and Arthur watched as any sign of him disappeared from view completely. Arthur's eyes trailed his movement to the best of his abilities. The smoke pooled into his lungs again and he let himself fall back onto the bed, savouring the smoke. Arthur’s nose scrunched at the smell - he never did like the scent of cigarette smoke - but his eyes never left the approximation of where Griffin was seated. Arthur felt like he could reach out his hand and swat it away, but before his impulses got the better of him, he watched as Griffin exhaled and the smoke left his lungs and escaped out into the room to dissipate on its own. It settled for a moment and looked just like two concentrated patches of smoke swirling in the air. Arthur watched the smoke pool into Griffin's invisible form, trailing along his throat and billowing into his lungs. The cigarette was raised to about where Griffin's lips would be, and the end grew red as he inhaled.
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