the recovery project [2]

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aidan

his shoulder meets the hard pavement, and he's panting.

the car is stopped, and the driver is yelling curse words. everett is standing in the same place by the telephone pole, mouth hanging open. snapping out of it, he races towards aidan, trying to catch his breath. "i'm so sorry. thank god you're okay. fuck. thank god."

everett has his arms wrapped around aidan, but it does nothing to warm him up from the rain that has soaked through his shirt.