Where the possibility leads

They were inside and the music already began to throb in their head.

“You okay?”

They could barely hear him, but they watched his mouth move. They nodded as they acclimatized to the noise. It wasn’t that bad. Not what they’d been expecting, but not bad.

At this point, they were glad that he still held their arm. And so the two joined the throng in dance, to not be jostled apart by the motion of a room in constant vibration.

Accepting his lead

The two stood outside the club. He stood beside them, pretending to be as cool as he had tried to make himself look before the both had left the house. They wore the outfit he had chosen for them, but as they remain rather indifferent to it. It clung to them tightly, all in black, covering all skin but not concealing much of it, in its own way.

It was dumb, as far as they were concerned, but he liked it and this entire outing was for him.


“We won’t be let in,” they said, as if it would change their plans. It didn’t, they were ready to go and he was ready to get them in.

He led them by the arm. They let him do so, because it was his day and he wanted to do this, so they might as well have let him think he had the lead. They were trying to behave, after all.

He was tall enough, wide enough, now to look like an adult. They wondered if he would possibly grown anymore. Like his father, maybe. His father was even taller than that. He could be that tall eventually. He looked like an adult.

They, on the other hand… How could the two of them possibly be the same age?

Somehow, both of them were allowed inside. They had to give him credit for that, when he actually stayed calm, he could make things seem as if they were completely normal.

It could be normal, the two of them being here, they realized. If they let him lead them, it could be.

One of many possibilities.