Diary Drabble: Stay

They both look up when the light flickers, turning to the window to see the rain hammering own. “Stay,” Luke says, absent, the back of his hand hitting Toby’s thigh since he’s sprawled across most of the couch.

“You sure?” Toby asks.

“You can’t go out in that,” Luke says, hauling himself up.

He’s so close, arm draped casually across the back of the sofa, half leaning in. Toby imagines a crackle in the air between them for the look on Luke’s face, but tells himself he’s projecting, seeing wh...