homesick at space camp

<div align=center>Wind howled through the corridors, and rain hammered down on every available surface, causing a cacophony of sound to echo through the rooms and hallways, but it was the thunder that was the worst thing, and the lightning that tore ragged patters through the sky, illuminating the horizon and lighting the rooms that hadn't yet drawn the drapes with an electric blue colour, Bill squealed, half tripping over his feet in an effort to break into a light run. He hated storms, and this was the worst storm he'd ever seen by far, the way wind had been pounding against the glass of his window made him take fright that it might smash, he'd pulled the drapes in an effort to comfort himself, but it hadn't worked.

The boy had been running for what felt like a lifetime, the corridors were dark and he was getting confused, perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea after all, he'd rather not be lost in the school at night, it was daunting to look at during the day, at night it reminded him of something from an old fashioned horror movie. His feet were cold and he was worn out, he didn't know how late it was, but it was quiet around the school, he'd presumed everyone had taken refuge in their rooms, no point being outside while this was going on. Bill came to a stop outside a door, he caught his breath against the wall for a moment or two, before scrabbling frantically at the door, and whimpering, "Gabe!" His voice was high pitched, desperate, "please let me in!"</div>

<div align=center>William scrabbled even more when he heard the man's voice, tugging frantically at the doorknob to try and get in, he was frightened and cold and he didn't like the storm. "Please let me in I'm scared!" The poor boy had run all across campus to come and find Gabe, he stood outside the door clutching a white blanket, and the old, worn out teddy that normally sat on his bed. He was dressed in his pyjamas, they were light blue and covered in what looked like little white moons and stars, he looked like a twelve year old in his current state, and the frightened look on his face made it even worse.

He knocked again, he was cold and he just wanted to be inside, a clap of thunder went off somewhere behind him, it made him jump, and squeak softly. "Gabe please!" He was taking an awfully long time and Bill was a little worried that he was still upset about what had happened the other day, he hoped not, he'd thought about it a little since then, but he still felt awful. The boy was tense and jumpy, he wanted to hide somewhere, or do something to take his mind off the weather.</div>

<div align=center>The boy shook his head, he didn't care about that, he practically threw himself at the older boy, and clung to him, whimpering softly and trembling. "Don't care," he squeaked, staring up at the older man, still clutching his things to his chest. He figured if he was going to be electrocuted he'd rather be zapped by Gabe than anything else, at least he'd know it was an accident if it happened like that, he was more frightened of the storm than anything else at the moment, therefore all other fears were temporarily pushed to the back of his mind and forgotten about.

"Can I sleep in here?" He asked quietly, grabbing a handful of Gabe's shirt in his hand, Bill needed someone to talk to for a little while at least, he just needed to be distracted for a little while, at least until he fell asleep. He resembled a small child in his current state, clinging to Gabe and staring at him with that set of pretty little doe-eyes. Bill trembled again, and tightened his grip very suddenly as a new roll of thunder boomed outside, he yelped, and hid himself against Gabe's chest, "Please?" He asked, a little desperately at that.</div>

<div align=center>On the whole Bill didn't really drink. His tongue wasn't accustomed to alcohol and therefore the taste usually made him grimace, he'd always thought there was a strange, bitter sort of tang to it that he didn't like. He would only really continue to drink something that was alcoholic if it tasted like fruit, though he'd generally always take the customary first sip, whether or not he'd drink anymore varied, more often than not he didn't. He frowned a little and shrugged, "I guess so," he murmured, his voice coming out just a little tentative. He didn't think that Gabriel would get arrested for giving him wine, and so the other boy's thoughts made him laugh.

"It's okay," he answered, "I'll sleep here," his brow furrowed a little and he leaned back onto the arm rest, pulling his knees to his chest and nestling himself into his blanket. There was almost enough room for him on the couch, he thought it'd be alright, he often curled up, anyway. Bill stared at Gabe for a moment, and tipped his head to the side, apparently trying to work something out, "what happens?" He asked, looking slightly bemused for a second, "how do you make it work?" He leaned forward a little and blinked, Gabe had told him not to touch him. Bill wondered if it was the same concept as a naked electrical wire.</div>

<div align=center>William nodded a little, considering something in his head for a little while. It must be annoying to have to think like that all the time, though he thought he'd rather be able to do what Gabe could do than what he could do. The boy shuffled forward in his seat again, lifted a hand, and pressed his fingers to Gabe's forehead, his eyes snapped shut and his forehead creased. It would only make him relax for a little while though, he wouldn't need to concentrate on controlling the electricity in his body while Bill's empathy was at work, it was one of the useful parts of William's 'gift,' unfortunately he couldn't use it on himself.

"S'at better?" He asked softly, opening an eye, and slowly drawing his hand away. Bill seldom used that, he never really had a reason to, people never really understood what he was doing and it frightened them. Gabe would be alright for a little while at least, William wasn't exactly sure how long but at least it would make the man less wary, Gabe was concerned about hurting him, and Bill thought that was cute. William had noticed, but he'd never thought about saying anything, he hadn't felt like he'd needed to.</div>