Time Warp: Can you help me find a way?
Aug 4, 2011 22:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Levi Xu on Aug 4, 2011 22:37:05 GMT -5
((Continued from: Think that I would cry, on the phone?))
Levi at 28.
November 19th, 2024. New York City, Lower East Side
It took Levi less than twenty minutes to find the right train and make it down to the station Evan said. Twenty minutes was not nearly enough for him to conquer the lump in the back of his throat. A part of him still couldn't believe that the older man had been willing to let him crash on his couch (Guest room? Did architects make enough money that he'd have a spare room?) on such short notice.
While he headed up the stairs, he carefully brushed his hair down with his hand. With twenty-something hours of traveling, he probably looked pretty rough. But the wind up on the street had a different idea, messing up his hair again and making him wish he hadn't forgotten a hat. Or gloves, for that matter. He gripped his suitcase tighter and looked around. There weren't a lot of people around, so it was pretty easy to spot Evan, standing under a streetlight. (The pinned sleeve was a dead giveaway, and there was that same surge of recognition, that he was in the presence of a superhero, and everything was going to be okay.) His face looked pretty much the same, but somehow older. Steeling himself up for it, Levi walked over to him, looking up and adjusting his glasses. "Hey, Van. Thank you for doing this." Despite looking much more like an adult than the younger man remembered, he looked like he had back in college, or even back at Hammel. "How have you been?"
Looking up at Evan's face again, Levi forced a small smile. "You look good. Uh...you know, healthy." Why was it that he couldn't form a normal sentence around Van? He was fluent in four languages, and could never say something completely coherent. There had to be something wrong with him.
It took Levi less than twenty minutes to find the right train and make it down to the station Evan said. Twenty minutes was not nearly enough for him to conquer the lump in the back of his throat. A part of him still couldn't believe that the older man had been willing to let him crash on his couch (Guest room? Did architects make enough money that he'd have a spare room?) on such short notice.
While he headed up the stairs, he carefully brushed his hair down with his hand. With twenty-something hours of traveling, he probably looked pretty rough. But the wind up on the street had a different idea, messing up his hair again and making him wish he hadn't forgotten a hat. Or gloves, for that matter. He gripped his suitcase tighter and looked around. There weren't a lot of people around, so it was pretty easy to spot Evan, standing under a streetlight. (The pinned sleeve was a dead giveaway, and there was that same surge of recognition, that he was in the presence of a superhero, and everything was going to be okay.) His face looked pretty much the same, but somehow older. Steeling himself up for it, Levi walked over to him, looking up and adjusting his glasses. "Hey, Van. Thank you for doing this." Despite looking much more like an adult than the younger man remembered, he looked like he had back in college, or even back at Hammel. "How have you been?"
Looking up at Evan's face again, Levi forced a small smile. "You look good. Uh...you know, healthy." Why was it that he couldn't form a normal sentence around Van? He was fluent in four languages, and could never say something completely coherent. There had to be something wrong with him.
Levi at 28.