He needs … him.
Day stands still, as he looks at Travis, who is seated on a bench not far from where he is, head down, hands in his coat. For once, he is not in his formal attire, but something that seems a little too fitting; it's a crime.
Leather jacket, jeans, and boots- all black outfit. He almost seems to blend with the dark shadows that are collecting fast.
Day doesn't understand why … but he exhales, feeling calm and not so alone anymore. With slowed steps, he makes his way to him, hands fisting inside his pockets.
Travis seems to have been expecting him, or not, because he doesn't seem too surprised to see him there. He looks … relieved?
Day is all too aware that this is the first time they are meeting.
Alone.
Outside their normal field. Here, there are n classes, no students vying for his attention, no Marcus to stop him from looking too much, and Travis has no one tugging or pulling his hand for him to look at them.
It's just them.
And the bench. And the trees.
