"uh!" He groaned restlessly as he traced the lines around his eagle tattoo. He couldn't sleep.
He just lay there in the dark with his eyes shut tight, arm slung heavy over Alex's waist like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to the improving insanity around him.
The house was doing its usual nighttime bullshit .. wood creaking every now and then, something...humming low inside the walls like they were gossiping, wind tapping at the windows like some nosy neighbor trying to peek in. He'd learned every single sound in the last few days. He had Memorized them and Cataloged them. Because that's what you did when your whole life was one long game of "who's gonna try to kill us next."
So when the rhythm slipped, even a little, he noticed instantly, that was how living in this old ass house and in a condition of fugitivity got you.
