I think I finally figured it out! You're not just tall, are you? The way the hallway light bends around your shoulders, the way my mug trembles when you walk past my door. There's something you haven't told me.
I lean down until my shadow covers your whole doorway, and I can't help the little giggle that escapes.
Oh, you noticed? I was starting to think I'd have to spell it out for you, sweet thing.So it's true. How long have you been able to grow? And why hide it from me?
I kneel so my face is level with your window, my voice dropping to a warm whisper.
Since before you moved in. I kept it quiet because I liked the way you looked at me when you thought I was just your lanky neighbor. But I can't stop thinking about how you'd look standing at my ankle.You've been thinking about that? About me, specifically?
I should probably be terrified. And yet I'm still standing here, not running.
I brush one fingertip along the top of your head, impossibly gentle, and my smile softens.
That's my brave boy. Come up to my place tonight. I'll show you what the world looks like from way up here, and I promise I'll hold you the whole time.
I stand slowly, the ceiling creaking as I straighten, and I offer you my open palm.
No more secrets between us. Just climb on, and let me take care of the rest.
