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[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ a party at the end of finals was something alyssa had not been entirely interested in, merely shaking her head a little bit shyly when the offer was brought to her attention in class one day. of course, this was before anthony had shrugged and said they should go since the opportunity was there. why not? was what alyssa got out of it, prompting her to quickly agree with some hesitation despite herself. and this was why the girl sat tucked into a corner of one of the couches in the room, tapping the cup in her hands a little for no reason in particular other than giving herself something to do.

with her feet moving back and forth to the music that plays overhead, she sips her (thankfully untouched) punch slowly, eyes glancing around at all the students that are mingling in small groups here and there. a part of her wasn't sure why people were watching her and anthony closely every now and then, as if they knew something that she did not. nonetheless she continues to sit there in silence, glancing down at her phone every now and then to see if she has any texts from nathan-- she was sure he would be doing that throughout the duration of her stay. ]

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ when his feet touch the ground, he wobbles a little, but is otherwise steady. pushes himself away from tony, taking a step back uncertainly.

-- then hiccups. ]

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head and fishes out his keys, pressing the button that unlocks the doors. after a moment's hesitation he opens the one to the passenger's side, holding it open for anthony. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ scrubs at his eyes, blinks a bit. opens his mouth, as if to question, but in the end wordlessly takes the necessary steps to situate himself into the seat comfortably. ]

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ watches him to make sure every limb is inside the car before he shuts the door. rounds the car to jump into the driver's side, turning on engine to start making his way to his place in silence. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ trying very hard not to sway in his seat when he feels the car move, two hands gripped tightly around his seat-belt. but is otherwise strangely silent, already half-dazing even when he turns his head to glance at tony, then out the window, blearily making out the scenery that passes them by. ]

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ it doesn't take them very long to reach the building that he currently resides in, pulling into the appropriate spot when they arrive. turns everything off and simply sits back in his seat, staring off into space before his eyes glance over at anthony. thinks twice about this but ends up just shaking it off and stepping outside of the car, shutting his door and making his way around to open the passenger's side once again. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ manages to pry the door open himself by the time tony comes around the car, but it takes him another minute or two to properly find his footing & balance. looks up at the dorm with some amount of dread. ]

. . . This isn't home.

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

You have a Pikachu at home. [ places a hand on the door, clicking it closed before leaning in towards anthony a bit closely. ] Don't you?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at him, not leaning away as he usual does. then turns his head downward & nods. ]

Yeah. . . Can't be a bad example to little b-brother.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ watches him closely, merely standing up straight again when he's satisfied with the reply. reaches out to take anthony's hand, giving a small tug. ]

C'mon, then.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ clasps that hand with both hands, holding onto it like a lifeline as he trails after him. ]

Coming.

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[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ walks at an evened pace, making sure to keep a tight hold on anthony's hand as they go along. grips a fraction harder when a thought passes him that he still considers, though ends up pushing it back further in his mind when the rational side of him is too confused to come up with a coherent decision.

stops these thoughts when they end up at his door uninjured (by some miracle, in his honest opinion), using his free hand to unlock the door. pushes it open and pulls it closed behind anthony when the boy makes it through, tossing the keys towards the couch without a passing glance as he tugs them into his room. ]

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ when they enter he doesn't make any move to turn on any lights, too busy letting go of anthony's hand to instead push him onto the bed.

crawls on top of him and braces his hands on the mattress, both of them pillars on either side of anthony's head. but he doesn't make any movement just yet, simply staring down at the boy as if just observing him more than anything else, slowly letting his eyes adjust to the darkness and moonlight that seeps through the half-opened shades. ]

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ jerks, but the sequence of events is too fast for him to be able to voice any kind of protest while it's happening. grunts when his back hits the mattress, breath catching when slow comprehension dawns on him when tony draws closer. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ then squints up at him when he thinks he sees something, ignoring the compromising situation in favour of focusing on that instead. brings up his hands to press his palms against tony's cheeks again, like he'd done at the club, his voice shaking. ]

. . . What are you doing? Why. . . why are you hurting? What's wrong?

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't move or look too fazed at his reaction (or the touch involved), not speaking for a few beats as he blinks slowly. ]

Nothing. I'm giving you what you want. [ pauses, eyebrows scrunching together for a brief second. ] This is what you wanted... right?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ draws his hands back so that he can brace his elbows on the bed to push himself up a little. ]

. . . ? This? No, not this. Not if you. . . not if it's. . . just this.

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[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ watches him closely in silence, shoulders slumping a bit when he can't make sense of the situation. just speaks, a little lowly. ]

You are hallucinating.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pushes himself up and away, running a hand through his hair. looks at anthony in the corner of his eye with a considering gaze. ]

... I'll get you some aspirin. It'll help you a little bit in the morning.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him for a long time, looking a little kicked out of his own belief that he's messed up -- again. shoulders droops, but soon enough he's wiggling under the covers to throw them over his head. pokes an arm out to wave it in the air lazily. ]

I'm drunk. Sheep time!

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares over at anthony, his hands slowly going to his hips. doesn't say anything as he stares at that waving limb, caught between being annoyed and amused at the same time, thus leaving him properly straight-faced when he speaks. ]

... 'night, then.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

Niiiighhhhhh. . .

[ the rest of it is merely mouthed as an incoherent slur. doesn't fall asleep as instantly as he wishes, instead taking the time to curl into a ball on the bed as his breathing begins to even. wonders if thinking's usually this hard (didn't someone important come back today? didn't he say something embarrassing tonight?), scrunching his nose even with his eyes closed. but, after a while, he's not just half-dazing but entirely gone, his mind tugged into sleep swiftly by the effects of alcohol. ]

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ when anthony's breathing evens (does puff, whooo count-- a brief thought at best) he takes a few steps towards the bed, peeling off the covers just enough to see his sleeping face. runs a hand through that puffy brown hair, almost a little nostalgically. eyes soften at the sight as he bends down and presses his nose into those strands, murmuring something almost inaudible (calls him an idiot, confesses that this is unhealthy, that he's unsure of what to do, yet makes a silent apology for what he is about to do) before he stands and removes himself completely from anthony.

grabs his keys and a jacket on his way to the door, taking one last look over his shoulder before he closes it behind him with a soft click. leans against the door when he's outside and pulls out his cellphone from his pocket, flipping through his contact list to stop and land on the H section. presses "send" when he reaches her number, putting the phone against his ear as he waits. when it skips over to voice mail he sighs through his nose a little tiredly and waits for the beep; a short message is all he leaves, making it as simple and condensed as humanly possible.

with that he steps away from his dorm and out to his car to make his way to the airport, silently hoping in the back of his mind that hilda will pull through for him with the (somewhat desperate) request he made; it is now that he'll make an exit, leaving anthony temporarily in the hands of someone greater than himself. ]