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Post by skull1 on Mar 16, 2013 20:20:30 GMT -5
Maybe it was just all that talk of it that made his stomach cringe--not to mention the addition of a hospital's natural ambiance. Clicking machines, sick people and chatting nurses. The pill-bottle smell was probably the worst part for the young brunette, idly swiping chip crumbs off his blanket. Darn things were going to get itchy later, he just knew. "Potato chips are kinda gross aren't they?" He murmured casually, wiping his greasy fingers from messing with them off on the side of the bedding. A grimace was put to ease when he noticed Ever looking a little flustered by the mess they made on his jeans. Not good, but at least grease stains were not as noticeable on black.
Released. The lost, overdosing puppy wasn't sure what he was going to do once he actually got out... head slowly came to a hang when he thought about his fight with his previous roommate. There was no way he'd be welcome back there. Thoughtfully, Élie craned his head over the pillow when eyes fell to Ever once again. Awkwardly, the male had gone after the tissue as he requested, but when he reached to accept it the cloth was sort of throw-dropped. "Wh-what was that?" Élie muttered. Brought to his nose, he blew to alleviate some of his congestion. So gross. Eyes had crawled up to the latter while swiping up stray traces of snot. "I hate being sick," the brunette moaned.
With the trashcan located near enough beside him, he simply tossed the tissue away. "So like what about work?" And honest question. Though he supposed he wouldn't be held that long that it'd be a problem. Unless the doctors found more wrong with him than just a few bad drug habits. "Don't you have appointments and stuff?" Ever, as far as his employee knew, was such a workaholic Élie was rather surprised he even shut down his shop this long--or had he? "... Uh, so... what happened?" Although he really didn't want to go back to this, a slightly blushed boy couldn't help but ask, "when... I mean... you know, you found me?"
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Post by evermoore on Mar 16, 2013 21:06:41 GMT -5
"I don't even remember picking them honestly. I don't eat them much. Unless they are those fancy ones. Whatever they are called." Came a mindless comment in return while he tried to not loose his shit over chips because like said. Totally was not doing that. Nope. Not at all. Nope. Which he was ever so pleased to have the exuse to go to the bathroom and wipe his hands on paper towels before getting the tissue paper for Elie.
Once Elie had the tissue paper though Ever crossed his arms over his chest. Inspecting the man as he blew his nose. Absolutely ignoring his question because he hadn't a clue what he was going on about anyway and he had more important things to ponder about. He had caught it before leaving to get him tissue paper. That hang his head look that he knew so well. Had seen a million times at the shop. It was the look that he got when other people were on break and eating and he was quickly coming to realize how screwed he was because he had nothing to eat himself. That kind of look. The look of not having things.
What was it that Elie didn't have now? He opened his mouth to ask but got caught off with another question of Elie's. He frowned at the reminder of work. Feet shifting around his weight before he waved a hand. "I can get Dee to cover it. She is pretty good with keeping the cool on the store. I can take some sick time. It is a bitch on customers but it is only a couple days if that and I want to make sure you are going to be okay. I think that is a little more important then getting someone inked up. There will always be another day for ink. There will not always be an I'mma-stuff-my-face-with-your-food-Elie around if someone doesn't sure you are alright. You know?" He shrugged as if it wasn't anything and to Ever it wasn't. He disliked having to cancel on people but he also...it just really didn't settle with him leaving someone here alone in a fucking hospital when they were Ever's worst nightmare himself.
Lips thinned upon Elie's next question however. A small shudder passing up his spine as he closed his eyes briefly and uncrossed his arms to rub at them with his hands. "I went to check on you after you'd been in there awhile. Called your name you wouldn't answer. Regular of mine, the beefy guy you know? kicked the door in and there you were. Passed the fuck out and pale and barely breathing. Scared the shit out of me." He was back to arms crossed only now it was more like he was hugging himself before he shook his head. "But more importantly. What was that look for Elie? Before when I was getting your tissue paper. I know that look. It is the look you get when people are chowin down and you don't got nothing for yourself. What don't you have Elie?"
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Post by skull1 on Mar 16, 2013 21:31:35 GMT -5
Ever seemed to have become moody since coming from the bathroom. What's up with that? This guy changed tunes so frequently, and worst of all Élie was the kind of person to blame himself. As if asking for a tissue had burdened Ever in some way--which was why when he needed another after tossing the other aside, he didn't want to ask again. He fixated on this storyteller, this speech-maker that talked far too much for his own good. "It's really ok, you know?" He had murmured, though perhaps he wasn't loud enough for the man to hear. Maybe he hadn't even said anything at all, but thought he had as fatigue began to settle on him.
All that body language made Élie shrivel where he laid. He fucked up so bad, he made everyone worry and all for something so stupid. The very look the concerned person brought into question was beginning to overcome him once again. Lips spread wide, folding together into some awkward expression that seemed to say something along the lines of, 'well, it's a funny story. and by funny, i mean sad'. He didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't. "I thought I had to sneeze, but it wore off..." Admitted instead, though his face made it all too obvious he was lying. Cheeks blushed, shoulders shrugged and he that incriminating sideways glance of the eyes.
Really, it was impossible to be anymore transparent. But before Ever could comment, he started in quite softly, "Um, Ever?" That it was like a whisper, a secret between two children that wasn't much of a secret at all. "Thanks... for like... saving me and stuff." Arms hugged at his waist, eventually coming to squeeze when it dawned on him that his employer had always been around to save the day when he didn't have any food, or when he needed a day off because he'd partied the night before and was too unkempt to go into work.
This time, he really did reach out to Ever. Arms open to him quite innocently, as he often did at work when something went terribly wrong and he knew he'd be in such big trouble. "I'm sorry... to have scared you." An endearing frown begged the latter for forgiveness, but moreso begged him to not press on the thing he didn't have. The last thing he wanted was to ask more of his employer when the male had already given so much.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 18, 2013 13:07:35 GMT -5
Did he talk too much? Funny honestly Ever didn't really talk much at all. Not like this anyway. Bubbly Ever would say funny things to make people laugh or just to goof about on a slow day but this Ever wasn't much one for words because real words were hard to articulate. Lies were easy. You mimic what other people say and pass it along as your own to try and steal the shine. He supposed maybe he was. If you brought it to his attention. Though if you did he'd probably stop talking all together. Take it as a very bad thing and just shut it.
But there it was almost immediately after Ever questioned it's appearance just a few minutes before hand. That look. That look that Ever knew so well there it was again. Ever frowned. Brows furrowing together to make creases in his skin as he started at that look and examined it well. It was clear to him, the moment Elie's lips parted, the pause in his speech, that he wasn't going to get the truth out of him and that made Ever's heart sink some. Why wouldn't he let him know? If he could help why not let him? Hadn't he made it clear by now that he didn't mind helping Elie? Even if it sent the center swirl of his fight for internal peace wobbling all the fuck over the place. Not that Elie knew that. But it was important piece of it. Ever never risked his sanity for anything these days yet here he was.
And there it was the lie that made Ever worry all the more. Something was up or so it felt like because Elie didn't get these looks for nothing coupled with the look of a terrible liar spewing terrible lies? Ever's lips thinned out from the frown as he simply eyed the other. His own lips parted once more to tell him that he wasn't foolin no more but before he could Elie was pipping up again in this soft small voice that made Ever's heart ache. Ache enough to let his further questioning go. For now at least. Made his shift his weight around from foot to foot. Was he supposed to hug him with a tone of voice being used like that? He didn't know. He wasn't good at these things. Was never good at these things. He hadn't ever been able to bring himself to hug his own mother when she was upset until she reached for him herself. He knew he was all sorts of wrong. He knew. And it made him feel all the more worse.
As the other thanked him though, Ever's brows refurrowed. Hadn't he already made it clear that he did it because he cared? There was no thanks needed for these things. "I care about you Elie. People do that for people they care about. Or just to do the right thing but in this case it is both okay? But if you want to thank me then do it like this, just don't do it again okay? Be careful. If you don't know how much to take just ask me okay? I won't pick at you or nuttin for it." Came his response, his voice trying to soften though did so awkwardly. As awkward as he felt right now. He hoped Elie didn't take it the wrong way. He really hoped. He was just not good at these things. Real things. Real emotions. Real problems. Comforting them. He was terrible at it.
And so he stood there awkward as could be until Elie opened his arms to him and suddenly that felt right. The opening that Ever didn't know how to do himself even if it screamed in mind to hug him. Never could simply just do it with out invitation. The smallest smile fluttered across his pierced lips before he sat on the bed and reached for Elie in turn. Hugging him in a mix between tight and gentle for fear of hurting him. Chin resting on his shoulder. "S'kay." He answered in an awkwardly soft murmur. "I am just glad you are okay."
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Post by skull1 on Mar 20, 2013 15:25:42 GMT -5
Of course Ever cared, he'd made that abundantly clear. The problem was that the brunette preferred if he didn't. He didn't know how to properly respond to this kind of advancement, since all his friends he'd made were from his mutual hobbies. Sex and drugs. With Ever, he didn't have any of these things in common. This man was asking for something he didn't know how to return. Emotionally, Élie wanted to remain locked away from him. He was grateful for the things he'd done, but it was a written bill for a tab he couldn't afford. Lips tightened.
He turned his head down after yet another speech, cheek rested on Ever's shoulder. Lithe arms tangled around him in a manner that was more void than expressive of emotion. Naturally, he felt the latter appendages wrapped carefully around his weak body and it really was as awkward as his self-appointed caretaker made it. "You don't need to try so hard, though..." He would murmur in response, giving the man a minor squeeze before at last pulling away. "It's like you're my parent or something." A coy smile started at his lips. He playfully punched Ever's upper-arm with a feeble fist, probably hurting himself more than he intended.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 25, 2013 19:14:43 GMT -5
Sorry he cared? Didn't mean to give speeches or lecture or harsh his mellow or whatever the fuck. Just wanted him to know he had someone out there. He wasn't alone despite all fucking things, he wasn't alone. Whether he liked or not, or Ever liked it or not, Ever was there and he needed him to understand because Ever didn't ever want to see anything like that with Elie again. Never. Not with baby aspirin. Not with hearing something worse. Baby aspirin was bad enough man.
Trust me. Ever would rather not care. But here he is. Deal with it. Ever was having too.
He patted at Elie's back lightly though as the other spoke. Shaking his head so slightly. "Sometimes I wish I didn't. But I can't help it." He muttered softly as the other squeezed him, offering up another pat before the male pulled away, socked at his arm. Ever merely cocked a brow. "Not parental material." Parents didn't watch Elie the way Ever caught himself watching Elie.
ooc: I am sorry ;w; I am under a lot of stress right now with my car going into the shop tomorrow because lolol damage and i didn't notice is not biting me in the ass from the wreck. I feel like poop and now my writing is poop.
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Post by skull1 on Mar 25, 2013 21:42:34 GMT -5
Maybe a caring person like Ever was exactly what this lost child needed. Someone to nurture him when his stupidity reigned in troubled times such as these, however abundant. The thought passed through the brunette while they hugged, something sparked by what was muttered. He heard the words, but was uncertain if he correctly heard--what did that mean? While he nursed his knuckles, this expression of emotional pain snuck over his features. Had his friend known what it meant to him, perhaps he would have been more wary. But Élie didn't know what it was to really have parents, so to him it was all the same.
"You're a better parent than mine ever were..." It slipped out, but then again it was the truth. Ever didn't have much to compete with, though. The brunette chuckled, letting his head sink. "So... I don't know what to say..." He smiled, always so defeated by fate. A pointed finger lifted in an attempt to lighten the strange mood, noising a 'boop' when tapping Ever at the tip of his nose. The brunette sniffled, using the latter wrist to swipe beneath his runny nose.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 25, 2013 22:51:22 GMT -5
Ever didn't know. He didn't think he was healthy for anyone. Which is why he tried so hard to pretend to be something he was not. Sweet and funny and sassy all the same. Someone that drew in attention and made people like him. Though despite being wanted Ever didn't honestly thing he was good for anyone really. Not really. He wanted to be. Wanted to pretend he could be along with those award winning fake smiles of his, that he could be good with someone. But he couldn't wouldn't didn't want to find out when it came down to it. Because he couldn't hold that smile for ever. Some days he couldn't hold it at all and he had to stumble for excuses as to why he wasn't at all the Ever people had come to be used to in the shop.
Who knew though. Just who knew. Maybe they could be good for each other? And at that thought Ever had to internally scowl at himself. No. Big no. Not right. He was his employee and no matter how sweet, no matter how much Elie pulled on heart strings Ever was doubting even existed really, despite the warmth that Elie radiated and Ever turned to like a flower would the sun....he just couldn't. They would be a mess and Ever was already a god damn mess. How could he really help someone like that?
He rolled his eyes as the other inspected his knuckles. Serves him right to punch someone though he supposed it was meant to be playful so all the same Ever found himself frowning and wanting to fawn over the boy for the upteenth time. Jesus Christ. "Well if you broke it I can say I am superman and you broke it in the most conventional of places to break it." He attempted in joking before the other commented on Ever being a better parent then his actual parents he only frowned. If only he knew Elie's parents. Motherfucker would get a brick through their window with nasty notes attached to it....but then Ever hadn't really ever thought that maybe his parents had been the problem. Never asked. His own hadn't been the core of his...he was the fuck up all on his own. Re-payed their love with pain.
He blinked, pushing back the cluster fuck of thoughts as the other said he didn't know what to say. Amber eyes focusing back on a set of similar hued orbs. Funny how Ever always dislike the color of his eyes but he found Elie's to be terribly captivating despite the similarities. They were warm despite the terrible things. They were bright and Ever was mystified over it. He blinked as the other reached out making a boop noise as he poked his nose and in that moment he has the greatest urge to take Elie's hand and kiss that finger tip. He refrained however. Clearing his throat and thinning his lips. Displeased that he had parted them automatically as if to place a kiss with out listening to the command of "no." Lips thinned even more so as he saw the man wipe at his nose. "Gross." He muttered before turning on heal to get the roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and returned with the thing. Placing it down in Elie's lap.
"You should probably try and sleep you know?"
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Post by skull1 on Mar 25, 2013 23:16:21 GMT -5
Health, obviously, wasn't a concern for the hedonist. Somewhere deep in his heart rested the hopeless romantic wishing someone could love a fuck-up like him. He never intended to be this way, the boy that intervened in otherwise content relationships. It was as though he was just drawn to unavailable men--sometimes women, but he could never willingly sleep with another one. This troublemaker was getting old, and he was getting tired. There was someone for everyone else, it seemed yet the person meant for him must have died a long time ago. Hues blinked, coming out of his inner-musings (if you could call it that) to be handed toilet paper.
"Thanks." He spoke dismissively, brain still wrapping around whatever face that was Ever had made when he poked his nose. This guy seemed really spacy tonight. Surely, it couldn't be Élie worrying him that much. As much as he wanted to ask he didn't really think it'd be appropriate. Seeing the latter like this outside work was weird enough, and he was dealing with his own shit. He leaned forward to blow his nose, toes spreading and curling as they peeked from beneath the blanket. Wiped clean, the brunette sniffed some before he turned to his employer. "Is... is there a thi-thii~" It may have felt like an on-coming sneeze, but soon it cleared, leaving him with an itchy nose.
"Are you gonna sleep here or what?" He grinned, playfully continuing his obnoxious interrogation. "Watch me sleep, huh? What a creepy person!"
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Post by evermoore on Mar 26, 2013 11:46:54 GMT -5
Ever crinkled his nose as Elie blew, gaze wandering about to find where a chair might be to pull up or something. Standing was getting old and awkward and he was staying for the long run or at least until a nurse or doctor told him he had to go. Didn't have visiting hours memorized and all. Even then he figured he'd just camp it out in the lobby. Which ever.
He blinked as Elie started to speak, nose twitching acting like he was going to sneeze. God. Man looked so hopeless. He just hoped the hospital was pupping him full of other things to help get this cold out of his system as well. Didn't know if it worked that way exactly. Didn't know much about the workings of hospitals knew what he needed and that was more then he wanted to know. Just knew simply that he hated them but here he was willing to stand. Funny things that happen in life.
A snort sounded as Ever started across the room to grab a chair that was propped against a wall. Grabbing it he dragged it on over to the side of the bed and seated himself down, kicked his boots off then after and propped his legs, crossed at the ankle, at the edge of the bed. "Is that what you want me to do? Do you have a Edward Bella complex Elie?"
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Post by skull1 on Mar 26, 2013 12:13:11 GMT -5
Although he was weak, what energy balled up inside him was used to make quite a dramatic display. The blanket lifted up to hide from the creepy Ever, moving at the speed of a turtle to drape it over his head when arms proved too tired to remain held in that position. He just sat with it over his head, since he could see through the scratchy, thin fabric just fine. "Maybe." He smiled, though he didn't quite understand the reference. The blanket twisted when he turned his head this way and that, eventually slipping off and leaving his hair a mess of revenge. The brunette seemed absolutely clueless.
"Hey, is there a remo--oh!" Slender hands reached for the device, noting the weight as he brought it the height of his chest. Pointed at the small television, he realized he hadn't a clue which button was which and thus head to lower his head to the dials for each one pressed. "There..." Leaving the station on a talk show with the volume low, though still high enough to mask some of the background noise from the other rooms. "Rather have this than hospital sounds. Did you hear that scream?" While Ever left to the bathroom, Élie could have sworn he heard a scream--something like an older man, probably having a nightmare or probably dying. Maybe he was being tortured by a bad nurse, or maybe killed by a family member unable to continue paying the hospital bills.
Either way, the subtle expression he made showed his repressed concern. He didn't want to be left here alone. In the beginning he was annoyed by Ever's company but now that he knew he had no choice but to remain, he was warming up to the idea of the latter's decision to stay around and keep an eye on him. A wary smile strolled to display when it seemed, by the removal of his shoes and the way he sat, Ever really had no intention of leaving. "I can't wait to get out of here, hospitals suck," meandering hues thoughtfully rolled in the large sockets holding them. It was painfully obvious there was something to what he was saying, however indirectly requested. "Though. Don't really know where I'm gonna stay when I get out..."
His hand rubbed at his upperarm, eventually reaching higher that his sleeve was lifted so he could rest the palm over his tiny shoulder.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 26, 2013 18:50:25 GMT -5
And there it was. Those reasons Ever found himself so drawn to the other. He was terribly silly. Terribly endearing. Fucked up he might find himself but he had this warmth that radiated from him and Ever, in these moments, couldn't help but want to slide closer. To want more. To step inside that warmth and hold it close and cling so that maybe, just maybe, he could feel real for once. Like that warmth was the cure for everything even though Ever knew it was hardly a fix. But it felt like something that might take the edge off. He didn't know. Sad desperate, sad thing he was these days if you only knew.
He couldn't at all fight to keep the small up tilt to the corners of his lips from happening. The smallest smile at his silliness, drawing the blanket up and then just leaving it like that. He wanted to kiss him sometimes god he really did....and as soon as that thought came to mind the smile on his face died. No. Bad. Very bad Ever. Jesus Christ. Not right, didn't need it, wouldn't be good for either of them. Nope. Nope. Just nope. He forced the smile back however as the blanket started to fall down from Elie's face, clicking his tongue playfully at the other for the maybe and then upon seeing the disarray of his hair, the forced smile became more real. This guy. Seriously.
At the start of a question Ever looked up for his own quest for a chair, though shook his head as Elie seemed to find it on his own, continued on his mission to pull up a fucking chair and stop looking like an awkward fucking duck. Mean while trying to keep the sounds of hospital at bay though with the TV turned on Ever let out a soft sigh of relief. His shoulders feeling less tense just so slightly. But so slightly was better then nothing at all. "I have been trying to concentrate really hard on not listening to the shit going on outside honestly. I hate hospitals." The dark haired male confessed if he hadn't already because honestly today was such a fucking roller coaster he didn't know about anything anymore.
Once settled down Ever rolled his shoulders, let out a soft sigh. Amber eyes shifting to Elie in time to catch that smile. Ever merely cocked a brow before pulling on his own small smile in turn. Hard not to smile sometimes really when ever Elie was smiling. "They do indeed. Maybe tomorrow. I dunno. I will ask tomorrow. Or if someone comes in tonight." Ever promised watching as Elie's spirit seemed to falter. Crumble before his eyes as the other man then said he didn't know where he was going to go and then it clicked into place. That look from before. Could this be why?. "Was that what that look was for? Because you have no where to go once you are out of here?" His face becoming serious as well as concerned once more. Brows furrowing, concern deepening by the moment as he watched the other hug himself.
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Post by skull1 on Mar 26, 2013 19:27:04 GMT -5
Ever had pieced together so quickly, the brunette was left in shock. He wasn't prepared to provide that sort of answer. Honeydew-hued eyes darted around the room as though if enough seconds passed something to say would topple out from behind the plain decorum. That potted, obviously fake, plant. Or the boring picture of flowers hung on the wall. Maybe the chair by the window for guests, or the stand holding the television. So many places for clarity to hide, he didn't understand why he was so embarrassed. He'd never been so direct, he wouldn't start now. "Uh," the boy faltered, squeezing his shoulder the darker his freckled cheeks became, "y-yeah. I don't really have a home--" he paused, finally finding the composure to face Ever again, "--I usually stay with friends, but..."
The troubled duck looked up at the ceiling. He didn't even want to think about it. What he did was so fucking stupid, there was no way Jace would ever let him come back now. His hues screwed shut as though in some serious pain--his heart ripping in two. "I kinda pissed the last one off, though... so, yeah..." He couldn't go back there. The latter was his last hope, he thought maybe Ever would let him crash at the parlor. Although he was useless, the brunette entertained the idea of having the place clean all the time, keeping the business safe from intruders during the night hours. And maybe there were others things he could help with if, in turn, the boss-man let him stay.
Exactly how he'd word all that, Élie didn't know. His bottom-lip retreated behind his front teeth, which bit down as if to hold it securely in the recess of this little nook of his mouth.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 26, 2013 20:08:11 GMT -5
They had been talking about Elie's release before when Elie had made the face, and Ever wasn't too terribly slow. A face of missing something everyone had upon speak of release and then the dread of having no where to go when it was brought up again. Just made sense to Ever....or maybe he had fired off too quick....I mean, Ever gave him a pay check that should be able to cover at least a small apartment. The heaviness of his sadness started hitting even more. Was Elie's problem so bad that he couldn't feed himself but couldn't keep a roof over his head either?
It didn't seem to be wrong though from the reaction he got next. Elie's gaze wandering trying to find anything to look at before confessing he didn't have a home. Roomed with friends. He supposed maybe that was just the kind of person Elie was. Maybe. He didn't know. No. He didn't think so. Bouncing around with friends. Ever didn't know how someone lived like that. Not being able to call something their own. Have their own safe place. No one to argue with and possibly try to kick you out....
....Which he supposed is what happened. Exactly that or something like that as Elie tipped his gaze back to look at the ceiling and tell him he had a fall out with the last friend he had lived with. Not such a great friend if he didn't let Elie back after something like this but then again....what sort of friends did Elie have if they let him live the way he did? Not that anyone could really tell someone to stop doing something but who would let that sort of things come into their home? The drugs. If he brought them home. God he didn't know. So many things he didn't know and he didn't want to assume and hurt Elie more.
So for a long few moments Ever simply stared. War. War was being waged on the inside. The friend in him, the person that genuinely cared about Elie was telling him to help while the other part that said me, myself, and I. Got to take care of that, said other wise....but then where would that leave Elie? With a cold on top of that. What if he pulled another derp and ODed out on the street?.....but what if he ODed just on a high? Jesus. Just....."There will be ground rules." He found himself saying before he could argue it. Going against all screaming voices in his head. "No using in my house. I mean it. None of it. You steal from me and I will knock your lights out. Don't bring people over. I don't....I don't like rowdy people in my place. I don't like people messing with my things." Tone serious though his face softened. Right hand raising to reach toward Elie. Pausing before he actually touched him. "I don't mean to be an ass. But you are my friend....I want to try and help. Just...don't make me regret it kay?"
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Post by skull1 on Apr 4, 2013 11:15:07 GMT -5
Before Ever began to list groundrules, there was enough time for the latter to muddle through the past. The stupid thing he'd done to get kicked out--well, actually he ran out. It was what he was good at, running away from all his problems he caused. No one had ever held a gun to his head, telling him he had to anything. Élie was holding the gun all on his own, always hot and always bleeding smoke. The brunette had a reputation among his group of so-called friends that earned him the title "Loose-Goose" only spoken behind his back. Most times, it wasn't even for the drugs or because he was high, most times he did it because he hated being so alone. Why should these nasty people have someone for themselves when he had no one?
Well, he had someone for a short time but fucked that up anyway. And he knew once Ever began he'd fuck this up, too. Élie had only meant to ask if he could stay at the shop, but getting to be in the latter's home made him nervous. There was so much pressure being placed on him, when that hand covered his own rested on his lap he almost flinched. It stayed cupped over his hand, suffocating him. Hues flicked toward the door, the window before he stopped at Ever. "Ok." Was his short answer, taking his attention back toward the window speckled by buds of rain. His fingers shifted, somehow tangling in with the appendages of another so-called, self-appointed friend of his he hardly knew outside of work.
They hardly knew each other. Élie's brows furrowed. And suddenly were so close that Ever would just make the world spin backwards for him. Maybe it's because he saw the same person sitting in this hospital bed... his digits swam through the other's hand, gently feeling the ridges beneath the bangles around his wrist. "Do you still--" He asked, although the scars felt too old to be anything recent. And whether Ever chose to answer, he'd continue to ask, "Why?"
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