Tears Of The Soul; Attyston

[Attyston Thomas]

I want to help him up when he heaves himself onto the counter but stop myself. I hand him the bowl and watch for a moment as he lifts the spoon to his mouth, I sigh and wander over to the table, picking up my notebook, eyes scanning the words. I close it and stick the pen into the rings before going to stand in front of Connor, opening my mouth for a spoonful of Lucky Charms. I play with his feet, hoping to somehow cheer him up. I loved him and his company, but he could be a real downer sometimes, even on my usually cheerful mood. But, he had just been sent a video of him shooting his brother, so it was pretty heartless of me to think that.

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Connor smiled weakly at Attyston's antics, squirming with a helpless chuckle when his feet were messed with. He crossed his ankles, scooping up a spoonful of Lucky Charms and placing them in Att's mouth. He pulled the spoin out slowly, sticking it to his ownnose and balancing it there. He really was trying...
His smile barely touched his eyes before he took another bite of cereal amd set the bowl down.

[Attyston Thomas]

I smile slightly at his chuckle before letting his feet go. I close my mouth over the spoon, rolling my green eyes as he took it out slowly. I giggle as Connor sticks the spoon on his nose. "I never did learn how to do that." I say randomly, shrugging my shoulders. I frown as he sets the bowl down and I avoid his gaze, a light sigh escaping me. I didn't know what to do, I really didn't. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to make light of it and try and make him alugh. I was stuck. I, for once, was truly at a loss. I absently rub the back of my neck, biting the inside of my lower lip.

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Connor glanced at him and frowned, sighing. "I jus' don't wa-anna get sick.." He complained. "I'll eat i-it all.....promise." He mentally groaned at thw last word thrown in thete, sliding shakily off the counter and catching hinself against Attyston. Picking up the cereal bowl Connor padded out to the living room and curled up on the sofa with the bowl in his lap, bringing another spoonful to his lips

[Attyston Thomas]

"Its fine." I say, bringing my eyes back up to his face. His promise didn't satisfy me much, to be honest. I lay a hand on his waist as he slides off the counter, falling into me for support. I watch him go before heading over to the fridge to pull out a Mountain Dew. I crack it open to take a sip before heading into the living room. I sit down beside Connor on the couch, watching the TV. It looked like Riddle had put it on Adventure Time. I shake my head slightly but put my feet up on the coffee table- I was too lazy to reach for the remote. And, knowing him, he'd probably hidden it somewhere.

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Connor gagged faintly from where he sat, chewing slowly and swallowing after a moment with briefly watering eyes. He cleared his throat, pausing for a few slow breaths, and then scooped up another spoonful and put it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing in silence. It took almost a half hour but eventually Connor was setting the empty bowl on the table, a hand draping uneasily over his thin stomach as he curled up tight on the sofa. Blue eyes remained fixed on the television and Connor bit at his lip, feeling queasy but not enough so that he felt like he might throw up any minute. He supposed he'd just need to take it easy until his body figured out how to digest a regular serving of food for once.

[Attyston Thomas]

I take a sip of my soda, watching as Finn and Jake battled the Ice King. I really didn't like it much, but I could deal with it. the show comes and goes, along with about half of another episode before Connor finishes the cereal, curling up on the couch. I felt guilty about it, but he needed to eat. I wasn't going to let him starve himself. I set my soda down on the table, taking the now empty bowl and walking into the kitchen. I rinse both off before drying them off and putting them back. Good enough, not like Con had cooties or anything. I head back into the living room, settling back into my spot before turning to him and opening my arms to see if he wanted a hug.

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Connor looked up from where unfocused eyes had been on the television screan. He sat up and scooted close, leaning up against Attyston. One hand remained on his stomach, the other wrapping loosely around Attyston's waist.
Connor glanced around for the remote and then simply gave up, soft breaths offering a faint rise and fall to his thinchest. He coughed some, gagging, and swallowed before clearing his throat.

[Attyston Thomas]

I wrap my arms around him as he moves close, pressing my lips to his temple gently. "Thank you." I say softly, looking at the wall.
"I just worry about you, babe, alot." I add, a soft sigh escaping my lips. I really did, though I always tried my best to ignore my inner voice that was always asking about him.
"I'll find the remote, rid hid it." I add, pulling back from him. I stand and start lifting pillows, shaking my head slightly. I bite my lip, putting my hands on my hips and looking around. He never put it somewhere obvious. I start over to peer behind the TV, nothing.

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"You sh-shouldn't worry yourself.." Connor insisted, watching him searchingbfor the remote. Connor leaned down and scooped Jascaar up, eyeing his backpack with longing before he rubbed at his face. He pet the purring kitten quietly, looking down at his bandages. "Y-you gotta help me change these.." He mumbled absently, not really into the idea of seeing his stitched up arms.

[Attyston Thomas]

I stay quiet as he replies that I shouldn't worry. I have every reason to worry. I sigh softly and wander into the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers before turning to the fridge. "Ohmygod." I breathe after I open the freezer, the remote on top of a frozen pizza. I reach in and pull it out, hoping the cold hadn't somehow damaged it. I wander back into the living room, holding it out to Connor as I sat back down, slinging an arm over his shoulders. "Now or later?" I ask, looking over at him.

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Connor flipped through the channels until he found something more appealing than Adventure Time. He shrugged at the question, snuggling up against him. "I-I don't care..." He breathed, just knew they had asked he make sure it get done so his arms didn't get infected. Death by infection? No thanks. He nearly laughed. Preference of suicide.. Maybe something was loose in his head after all.

[Attyston Thomas]

I wrap my arms around his waist as he snuggles up to me after after he starts channel surfing. "Okay, 'cause I wanted to hold you." I murmur, smiling and kissing Connor's cheek lightly. My green eyes focus on the TV and soon a commercial break comes on. "Lets go change those." I say, freeing him from my grasp and standing. I walk back to the bathroom, assuming that Con would follow me. I pull the roll out of the medicine cabinet and grab the scissors. I really didn't want to see his arms, but I wouldn't make him do it himself if he didn't want to.

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Connor stared at the tv almost blankly, still bothered by morbid images in his head.
He blinked when a commercial came on, honestly not even sure of what they had been watching. Getting to his feet, he followed Attyston into the bathroom, carefully pulling the bandages away once he cut them. Connor stared down at his stitched arms, the flesh an angry red where it had been sliced apart deep into the layers. He had been lucky to have not severed a vein.
Frowning guiltily, he offered an arm out for Attyston to rewrap.

[Attyston Thomas]

I carefully snip at the old bandages, wincing as he pulled them away before tossing them in the trash can. I bite my lower lip, looking down at my hands as I unroll the fresh bandages.
Connor was lucky that he hadn't seriously hurt himself, that much was clear. I start to rewrap them, stretching it for him to cut before waiting for him to lift his other arm up. I gently start on the other one before, finally, we're done.
I sigh softly, taking the scissors from his hand and turning to put them and the roll back, pushing the black dyed fringe out of my face.