After stretching, he made his way down the hallway to his father’s office. Oh yeah, too fucking deep for this early. He wanted to get to know him in ways he never had with anyone else.
But the truth was, he hadn’t been lying when he said he liked Shane. That was some pretty deep shit for so early in the morning. “Fuck.” He shook his head, pushing his hair off his face.
He rolled with the punches and made the best of situations and cared for those he loved in ways Van was pretty sure were unique only to Shane. There was a truth, an honesty to Shane’s photos, from the look in his eyes, which was filled with both the heaviness of his life, but also the happiness of his spirit. There was an innocence…no, a vulnerability to them, that Van had never been able to capture before. Shane deserved to be captured in the right lighting. The lighting was shit, which pissed him off. He pulled the card from his camera, popped it into his computer and downloaded the pictures they’d taken-the ones for Annie he put on a flash drive before diving into Shane’s.
Typically he used his desktop computer at home for that kind of thing, but he hadn’t wanted to bring that back to Last Chance with him. Van pushed out of the bed, grabbing his camera and laptop. He obviously didn’t have the answer to that, but he wanted it. Was it truly something Shane did only for himself or did he just not think he had it in him for anything else? He was unique, as were each of his pieces. Van believed there would be people out there who would love his craft. He glanced over at the entwined, colorful glass. He couldn’t stop thinking about his night with Shane-grilling, his art, the sex, and the photos. He tossed and turned for a few hours before he just gave up. Van hadn’t been able to sleep the rest of the night. The same way he’d be gone for good in a few short weeks. Shane walked Van to the door and just like the night before, he was gone. I’m glad to hear it.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Shane’s lips.
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