Frayed Thread – ghostofgatsby

“Hey, Smith! Hey!”
Smith looks over his shoulder and stops. It’s Trott, a friend he’d made at an open mic event a few months ago.
“Hey, where you headed?” Trott asks him, catching his breath. “My place isn’t too far from here. I’ll walk with you, if you want. Is your place close?”
“Er. I, um.” Smith shakes his head. He considers Trott a friend- his only friend, if he was counting, and he’d trust him enough to take him home, if he had one. But why is Trott asking, anyway? Smith fumbles his words. “Trott, if you’re looking for something out of me, I don’t…”

Rating: Mature

CW: insecurity, homelessness, class differences, implied thought of sex work
if I need to tag something else, let me know.

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