galateagalvanized:

A scene in From the Garden, Grow, my latest Codywan fanfic:

When Cody reaches the top of the tower, something in his heart fits back into place to see his not-prince—to see ‘Ben’—sitting on his balcony and looking up with a real and joyful smile.

“Cody!” Ben says, standing. There’s a second chair on the balcony next to his, and it’s wooden where the other one is curving black metal. Cody’s sure, suddenly, that this is Ben’s kitchen chair. It makes a painful kind of sense that a man imprisoned alone would have a deficit of additional seating. “I’m glad you came.”

“I said I would,” Cody says, smiling helplessly back, and Ben’s demeanor brightens a few degrees more.