sleepyvampire

    Alex had always said that one night he'd take Charlie out through London in the dark, so that he could appreciate the city at both times of the day. Of course, as much as he'd hoped, he hadn't actually thought that anything would come of it; just a harmless walk in the snow (as it was thick and heavy that February) with his best friend.    It is around midnight when they reach the Thames, and stop; Charlie leaning against a wall looking into the river. Alex watches him out of the corner of his eye, taking in the redness at the tip of Charlie's nose from the cold and the equally pink finger-tips due to the fingerless gloves he is wearing