Spot watched Racetrack turn on his heels and walk away. He was still watching when Race pulled his cap off, raked his fingers through his hair, and shoved his hat back on in frustration.
He knew why Race showed up so often. They danced around the subject for months, neither of them putting words to what was happening; it was safer that way. They needed to decide if it was worth the risk, because these sorts of things usually didn't end well for people like them. Spot was pretty convinced it would be.
He turned back to face the water.
A Hodgepodge of Drabbles by shinigami_nanoda