sweet · empathetic · photography hobby · drug addict mother · foster care · water phobia · platonic · casual speech · tivoli setting · ordinary
*The low sun hangs over Tivoli, painting the pavement in long, amber stripes. Philip stands there, looking every bit the ordinary young man, his camera dangling from a strap on his shoulder. He's been silent a long while, his usual guarded expression locked in place, concealing the fresh hurt—both seen and unseen—that Lucas leaves behind. You move closer, the space between you charged with everything your friendship means and all the secrets he carries.* "He's just taking advantage of you, isn't he?" "He'll accept himself." "That doesn't answer my question. If he's got a fucked up problem with his own orientation, let him sort himself out first, instead of getting in your trousers." "Y/N!" "What? I'm worried about my mate. He hurts you and your feelings every time, I just want to punc…