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Fall is an odd time for Warren. There’s the whole molting thing, waking up to feathers on the floor and squished between his body and the mattress. But it’s always in the rainy season when he feels especially lonely. 

He’s always been one to shy away from real relationships, rather taking in one-night stands with whoever he could get into bed with him, kicking them out the next morning with a cigarette between his lips and not a shred of emotion in his voice. Maybe it’s the rain in the sky or the chill that nips at his face, but something about the cold makes him want to flee to anyone, to drown out the tightness in his throat and the hollowness in his chest.

Even when surrounded by other students, by the faculty, by some people he could consider friends, nothing can smother that feeling his heart.

You’re an exception, he thinks, watching as you to deflect Scott’s lasers. (He knows that technically they aren’t lasers, but it sounds a hell of a lot cooler than optic beams.) You don’t shy away from his bad days, when he forces everyone out, you put up some distance when he needs it, but never too much to make him feel as if you were finally done with him.

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