Heath and Charlie

Havermouth, Present Time

Cameron came into the bathroom as Heath stepped out of the shower and sighed. “Shit. I was hoping for a quickie in the shower,” he complained upon seeing that Heath was out. “But I had to help get breakfast back to jail.”

Heath rubbed a towel through his hair. It was getting a bit shaggy, he noted, and debated whether to cut it or let it grow. He had kept his hair short for the past five years to avoid looking like Charlie, but the length had surpassed any similarity to his father, and he quite liked how it looked on him. In the same vein, his jaw held a glitter of stubble that rasped beneath his fingers as he ran them over it and where he would normally shave it away, he decided to leave it in place. The rougher look went with the scars on his chest and the new piercings through his nipples, after all, he thought ruefully, rubbing his hands over the scar tissue.

He was coming to terms with the scars, growing in confidence that they weren’t a detraction from h