Fresh air. It tasted cooler than he remembered. Crisp. Well, airy. He wasn't the best at the describing parts of feeling. But god did he feel. And now, more than maybe ever.

He stood at the steps of the house. Knowing who he would find inside. The things he had been avoiding a bit more than he expected to coming to the forefront. But it was time anyways. Better never than now though.

"Grayson. You've made it." A familiar voice cut him out of his daze as he turned to face the door. Sebastian's warm gaze trailing over him as he pursed his lips.

"Where else would I go?" He asked lightly. A half smile pulling at his lips as he followed him inside. The door shutting behind him without the touch of a single hand.

•

"Satan set you up nicely."

"If he didn't, I wouldn't always be so happy working for him now would I?" Sebastian mused as Shay happily handed him his drink, the glass of wine such a deep, rich red in the study light.

"I guess not." Grayson ended simply as he let his pale eyes wander across the walls. Wondering if he's even lifted a finger to read one of these books, or if he's even sure of which books where there.

He sat himself down. Steadying both himself and his mind as he swore a nervous headache was coming to surface. He didn't expect to be such a wreck so quickly. Or how badly he would want a drink like Sebastian's once he saw it.

"Want a glass before the other's arrive?" Shay asked soothingly. Leaning over the pained boys face with a hand gently caressing at his cheek. They where all familiar with each other. One could go as far as saying they where friends, the three of them, but the setting... The day... The mission... It seemed to put that out of his mind for a moment as he flinched at the touch.

"I don't drink anymore, Shay. But thank you."

Her eyes glanced over his expression, and despite what he said, she handed him one anyways. A sympathetic smile at her ruby painted lips.

"It's the best for relaxing. I promise." She hummed. Giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Highschool was going to be a different kind of hell to go through again. And to her, it sounded even worse sober. At the very least she was spared that fate. She much rather help her fiance with what he wished.

Silently did he look at the full glass. Her lipstick painted on the rim, but hardly a drink taken from it. He would have stared at it all night if it weren't for a sound to break him out of his thoughts.

"That'll be the door. Looks like someone else found their way." Arrington smiled before leaving the study, Shay close behind, out to fetch herself a new glass.

Grayson was alone again. And very quickly did he realize he didn't need to be.

So close to home... To what we did that night...

He curled his hand tightly into a fist to keep it from jittering. He did not want to think about what's already been done. Not now.

To what I did-

"Look at us. Two shades of Gray. Back again." A voice he hadn't heard in a long time rang out happily. Much more different than the way he heard it last.

Grayson stood up. Looking at the boy who had just stepped in. Neither of them looked a day over 18/17, but goodness was it bizarre to see it on someone else that he hadn't seen for so long.

"Will...?" Gray tilted his head at the sight of him. His neat brown curls, his tortoise shell glasses, the pressed clothes he wore. He seemed to already be perfectly mascaraded as the students they where to pretend to be.

"In the flesh. Haven't spoken in a minute, have we? Honestly didn't think you'd be here." He said with a grin. One Gray couldn't help but find off.

"He picked out most of us I think..." He nodded his head before sitting back down. The other continuing to stand, wandering about as he looked and poked at things he found.

"Vic couldn't come. But then again, he didn't want too." Will thought to add as he glanced at the tall boy. It's truly been a while. And look like it or not. They both did change.

"You're still dating?" Gray couldn't help but ask. The few times they ever spoke floating back to him. The fact that they had never spoken alone, one thing that seemed to make itself more known than he thought it would.

"In a way." He responded cryptically as he opened a book. The pages blank. The spine free of any markings to say what it was. It almost made him laugh. "We're open. But he knows who he belongs to."

As Grayson actually went to take a dreaded sip, the liquid seemed to catch at his throat.

Will strode over with a small smirk of amusement as Gray tried to wave off his gaze.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He coughed and sputtered a bit before calming down.

"As long as you are. That's all that matters." He hummed before sitting beside him. The quiet of the room settling around them as Will looked on at the book in his hands.

Of all the people to get here first, Grayson was sure that William was not his first choice of conversation partner. He remembered him friendly enough towards him. He remembers his light interest with him at the mall.... But he left him feeling weird after every word he said, it was like he was doing it on purpose too. And maybe... It just left him a bit frustrated.

"It's weird being up top again isn't it?" He brought him back forward. Finding his gaze trained on the glass in his hand with curiosity.

"Oh?"

"Like here. With people." He hummed as he continued. "And sky."

Grayson watched as he rolled his head back to look up at the ceiling. Raising his hand up to touch mockingly, before pulling it back. Shaking his head of curls before turning his dark eyes on him.

"Yeah... It does." He almost stuttered to answer him. Which would have been bad. Like. Bad.

"It looks like it really hit you hard though." Will said quietly. His smile loosening as he watched his face.

More silence. Gosh, he doesn't know when Will became so damn intense. But maybe that wasn't the bad thing here...

"I..." He thought a moment about what he wanted to say. "I just got a lot on my mind I think."

"You think? Thinking. Man, that's what's wrong." Will tapped at his own temple. "Dwelling was all I did when we first went with him. The first thing we all did I'm sure. But the more you do it, the more it'll hurt."

He reached a hand out, one Gray only looked at quizzically before Will pointing to the glass in his hand.

"Don't stress on our good bad decisions." He took a drink once Grayson gave it to him. Not entirely sure what he was getting at.

"Look, have a taste. It's a nice distraction." He said as he nearly finished the glass.

As he reached over to get it back, Will grabbed him by the wrist. Pulling him forward as their lips met. The kiss more than a bit of surprise as the glass clumsily fell between them. What little red that was left, staining the front of Gray's shirt. Making him instantly pull back.

Hand over his mouth. He looked at the other male with wide eyes. Watching as he tilted his head. Lips red, gentle smile, and all.

"I thought it would help." He said lightly. No apology, because he clearly wasn't sorry, and eyes still trailing along Gray's expression.

"Will..." He couldn't help the light shake in his voice now.

"Ugh, look, I stained your shirt...." His fingers traced over the dark spot on his already black shirt.

Grayson took a breath at how he was pulling at the hem. But the taste of that wine did have him distracted. The feel of his lips even more so. And God, he didn't need to think today.

"It's fine." He said quietly. Pulling it over his head before dropping it to the floor. "It's not like I need it-"

He let his hands run through his hair, tugging him back into a kiss that wiped the smile clean off them.

•••

(There was more to this.... But I'm still not 100% about all that lmao)

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