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[ yawns and stretches as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the female who is slowly starting to get dressed. flops backwards to peer up at her, giving some snide remark before she pops him on the nose with a hand in retribution. forgoes the shirt he was reaching for, instead rolling off the mattress to playfully plead with her to stay for a few more hours, though the joke is already lost once she steps into the bathroom to fix her hair.

grins a bit at that but dutifully moves out of her way, making a beeline back to his bedroom. lazily scratches at his already-frizzy hair as he leans against the doorway, not paying much attention to anything in particular. eventually his expression grows dimmer, eyes going up to the ceiling before they narrow slightly. finds himself unable to throw away the feeling of uneasiness that nestles into the pit of his stomach, almost as if something terrible had happened without him knowing. ]

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How 'bout we take a trip? Nothing fancy, but I think you can spare a weekend, right?

[ twitches a little. ]

A trip?

[ opens his eyes to gaze blankly at the wall for a bit, even as he continues to speak for tony's benefit. ]

. . . Sure. Weekend's good. Someplace affordable, but life-changing.

[ shakes himself out of it. ]

Like Narnia. Or Neverland.

[ frowns a bit, noticing the brief look. doesn't question it, however, deciding to pick up the pace instead. ]

Sure. I'll just go get my magic wardrobe I left at home.

[ lifts his head to finally meet his gaze again. ]

Or you could visit France.

[ lips fall into a split-second frown. wanders back to the refrigerator, bending down slightly to both hide his expression and grab himself a bottle of water. ]

I could.

[ & then stands up straight again, snapping the cap off to take a long drink. turns to anthony, almost thinking about saying more than he usually allows... then pushes it away again, giving a small smile. ]

But I'd take you with me, y'know.

[ blinks at that fall in expression, feeling a strange pang of guilt. but pushes that aside to return that smile faintly. ]

Maybe after graduation.

[ exhales quietly & tightens his grip on the water bottle, though his voice is a tad hopeful. ]

All three of us. Maybe.

[ opens mouth, thinking he has something to say to that, but closes it slowly when he realizes that he doesn't. nudges the fridge closed, taking a few steps forward to lean on the wall in thought. ]

... this is only temporary, Anthony. It's Alyssa, she won't stay this way forever.

Course not. I know that. Betting on that.

[ cranes his head upward toward the ceiling. ] I'm unbalanced. I want to protect her, but I've. . . maybe I. . .

I need her. [ manages to stomp on the knee-jerk addition of even if it's not the way she wants me to on time. speaks his next words quietly as he admits something to tony -- to himself. ] So we'll fix it. I'll change, and we'll adapt.

[ twitches a bit in slight annoyance but pushes it down, realizing that it's not as important as this. doesn't speak for the time being, too busy surveying the (broken) boy on his couch to do much of anything. when he does speak he tries to keep his voice even, pushing away the critical sound he typically makes. ]

... do you think changing yourself will solve this? That just adapting will make everything go away? You need her, but it sounds to me like you're just avoiding her altogether. Don't you think--

[ stops and shakes his head a bit, running a hand through his hair. ]

No, it's not really any of my business. Sorry. I-- yeah, sorry. I don't know everything. Won't butt into your personal life or whatever.

[ steps forward a bit but does not touch anthony, simply looking down at him thoughtfully. lifts a hand, pauses, then puts it back to his side. it takes him a moment but he finally says: ]

Do whatever you think is right. If you need her, fight for her in the way you think is best. If you're still unsure, take some time to think more on it before acting. Impulsive decisions are... [ pauses. sighs. ] It ruins things. But I have faith in you to mend things, whatever those things might be.

[ looks up at him thoughtfully, listening & absorbing all of his words as best he can. slowly slides off the couch afterward to get back onto his feet. wants to say more (wishes he could say more), but he simply settles for taking a deep breath & reaching forward with his arms open, asking for contact. ]

Yeah. Thanks. For this.

[ stares at him blankly, wondering if it's such a good idea... but steps forward a bit anyway, wrapping his arms around him gently. ]

Anytime.

[ pulls back after they've had a moment, placing his hands on anthony's shoulders. quirks a soft smile. ]

You look beat. Do you want to try and conquer sleep now?

[ almost considers resisting pulling away, but releases tony without a fuss. ]

Sleep's weak. Think I'll hibernate.

[ snickers a little, jerking his head a bit in the direction of his bedroom. ]

C'mon, then.

[ starts his trek even before tony begins to move, walking quickly into the hallway & through the doorway of tony's room. after taking the time to strip off his socks, he wiggles into the side of the bed that he had claimed once before. curls into the blankets as comfortably as he can to hide his dressed state, eyes already half-drooped. ]

[ shakes his head in fond amusement, simply walking on over to sit on the edge of "his side" of the bed. watches anthony's back for what seems like forever, once again lifting a hand to touch him in some way. curls the hand into a fist and lets it fall to his side, sighing through his nose.

gets up and does his usual routine, deciding to wear pajamas again for anthony's comfort. looks at the couch as he steps out of the bathroom, thinks about something before promptly shaking off the idea; he'd rather be there in case his friend needed him in the middle of the night. makes his way to the bed again instead, slowly climbing in to face away from the one next to him. frowns down at the ground, closes his eyes, then feels himself drift off when exhaustion finally hits him. ]

[ lies awake throughout the entirety of tony's routine even when he keeps his eyes closed & breathing even. only when he hears (feels) tony relax fully into slumber does he move, twisting to get a glimpse of the broader back. watches the rise & fall of his friend's body for a long while, lulled into a sense of safety at the sight of such rhythmic motion. it takes him a moment, but eventually he finds the motivation to move again, wiggling forward to grasp lightly at the fabric of the other boy's shirt while pressing his forehead lightly against the center of tony's back.

pauses again, double-checking that his friend is indeed asleep. then, once assured, he murmurs as quietly as voice can go. ]

. . . Love you.

[ then his eyes are slipping closed as wills himself to sleep so that tomorrow (& the slow mending he wishes to do) may come faster. ]

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