𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒎･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊.

i.

MY HEAD WAS still pounding, and I could feel the heat of my fever coursing through my body, but my mood had still been brightened with Boris' good news. The weight of everything I had been feeling was lifted— at least for the time being, making the light coming through the windows seem a little more cheerful than it was before. Physically, I didn't want to move around too much and my eyes stung, making me feel like I could cry— but Boris seemed like he wanted to get out of here quickly. He was pacing around the room, babbling and tidying the mess I had made of the place, "No Potter, sit. Just put together your things," and I did as he said, slowly collecting what I had which was extremely close to nothing. As he was moving around me fast paced, I was still stuck in a haze, not really able to focus on the things he was saying— he seemed to know this and didn't care.

Boris called Gyuri shortly after realizing he forgot, and from what I understood of their small conversation, he should be on his way to pick us up. As much as I really wanted to get home, it now appeared that home is where all my problems lie— and a couple days with Boris before I leave might be good for me. After all, it's not like we got to catch up very much. Everything since that one night has been chaos.

Boris waved me off to the lobby to pay, and within a few minutes he was down as well, carrying his bag and my stained coat in his arms. He eyed the hotel staff disdainfully as he creeped up beside me, the same look from our shoplifting days, making sure the cashiers weren't watching us.

"Gyuri is waiting outside," Hand on my back, leading me to the main doors. "Put this on, is chilly." Shoving my coat my way, opening the door for me. Flakes of snow were drifting down onto the streets and I squinted in the grey daylight. Everything is much brighter now.

I followed behind Boris as he walked to the car, and after putting his things in the trunk, he looked at me and scoffed, "Potter, you're sick enough as it is. Put the coat on," When I stared at him dumbly and didn't respond, he tossed his hands, "Fine, fine. Just get in the back and rest. You can sleep— it is long ride."

I climbed in the back and did end up sleeping most of the way there. I listened in on Gyuri and Boris talking russian softly in the front, mentions of breakfast and cinnamon rolls from what I gathered— and my eyes grew heavy. I woke to Boris nudging my knee, sky still bright and my head still pounding.

"Not too bad of a ride, yes?" He said through raised eyebrows. "We can go get rid of that coat and find new one nearby, if that's okay with you."

I adjusted my glasses, "Yeah, sure."

We got out of the car, "Right down the street there—" Boris pointed in the direction of his flat. "We can dispose of the coat in the incinerator downstairs." I nodded and we said goodbye to Gyuri for the time being. There were quaint little shops around town disguised in their beautiful architecture, I half wondered how Boris could afford a place somewhere like this. But I figured I shouldn't question it.

We walked down the sidewalk together, giving me flashbacks to the rare times Boris and I would walk down the strip together, laughing, pushing and shoving each other as we went— drunk and high. A big part of me missed those days. Now we had grown— physically as I was now almost a foot taller. But being around him still made me feel the same. Same intensity of every moment.

I watch my shoes as we walk "Someone's chatty." Boris says, turning to me.

"Sorry I— I just don't know what to say."

"I Understand. Well—" Hands stuffed into his pockets, "Don't worry. Will get you talking tonight."

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