Tears Of The Soul; Attyston

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Connor finally sat up and swing his legs over the side of the bed. He didn't want to bother Attyston though, just sa there lost in thought, pulling the blanket up around him. Pushing damp hair from his face he finally stood shakily, stumbling down the hall wrapped tigh in Att's blanket. It smelled like him and it was comforting. He paused when he saw Attyston in the living room, and he set the blanket on the couch before huggin him, kissing his cheek. His eyes burned but he held tears back. "Don't cr-ry..."

[Attyston Thomas]

I continued wiping at my eyes, my thoughts blur and my emotions even more tangled. I didn't know what I felt- pressured, for sure. I look up shyly as Connor entered the living room, looking like hell.
"I-I'm sorry." I sutter, shaking my head. A small smile passed over my lips as he kissed my cheek before hugging me. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his shoulders, hating myself. Wasn't I supposed to be the strong one? Wasn't I supposed to be taking care of Con and comforting him, not the other way around?
"Y-You should go get a bath or something, you're really hot.. more so than usual." I sniffle, looking away.

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Connir frowned, hugging him tighter. His chest barely hurt this morning, which was good. He didn't want to let go, felt bad for having Attyston read that. But he wanted to prove he really did care..no matter how difficult he could be. "I-I know..withdrawal.." He cleared his throat, should probably take a cool bath but didn't want to..
He kept against Attyston shakily, legs trembling.
"Shower with m-me...?" He whispered, hesitantly offering him a kiss. He knew they'd have to talk later.

[Attyston Thomas]

He grips me tighter and a sad smile crosses my face. "I love you." I mumble, pulling back to rest my forehead against his. A blush crosses my face at Connor's request, though I knew he didn't mean it in that way. "It'll be cold, won't it?" I ask, making a face. I chuckle softly and nod, closing the space between us to kiss him lightly.
I pull back and wrap an arm around his waist before starting down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind us. I pull back the shower curtain to make sure that the body wash and shampoo was already in there.

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Connor smiled a bit. "Love you-u too.." He licked his lips. "I don't c-care if it is or not.." He walked with him. Once in the bathroom and without Att's support he nearly fell, sitting down on the edge of the tub to work out of his boxers, scowling at razor scarred hips. The bite scar around his groin. That was a story about his father he didn't want to explain. It was one further back in his journal too, so much more he wouldn't show Att.

[Attyston Thomas]

I jump as he almost falls but calm down once I realize he's fine. I avert my gaze from him as he pulls his boxers down, my face heating up. I take off my shorts and then finally pull my underwear off, folding both neatly and laying them on the top of the toilet lid. I move to turn the water on, sticking my hand under it to check the temperature. I didn't want it ice cold, but the water being hot probably wouldn't do Connor any favors.
After a couple minutes its to my satisfaction and I motion him in, keeping my gaze on his face.

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Connor unsteadily got back to his feet, climbing into the shower with Attyaton. He gagged a bit and sniffled, relaxing under the spray of water and pushing hair from his face.
He shifted his weight, a tremblin hand reaching to try and steady himself agains the wall of the shower. Perhaps he should have bathed instead. But honestly sitting in a tub by yourself was fucking boring and he probably would have driven himself mad.

[Attyston Thomas]

I step to the back of the shower and let him take the front- he was the one who needed the shower, not me. I reach out to lay a hand on Connor's shoulder as he braces himself against the wall of the shower, concern scrawled across my features. Maybe a bath would have been better, though the tub wasn't big enough to fit two of us unless we were squished together.
"C'mere." I say, reaching for the shampoo. I squeeze some into my hands and wait for Con to come over, though it might not work out that well because he was taller than me.

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Connor stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Attyston's torso instead for support. He trembled, forehead finding his shoulder as water ran down his back. He was exhausted and cold and hot and irritable all in one, and really just didn't feel good. The craving to shoot up was immense, and he scratched above the gauze wrapping again, as if trying to get rid of the craving within him.

[Attyston Thomas]

I sigh softly as he wraps an arm around me before resting his head in my shoulder. I turn my head to press my lips to the side of his neck gently before rubbing my hands together to get the shampoo to turn into bubbles.
"Its not going to work if I can reach you." I chuckle, shaking my head slightly as I cup the soap in my hands. I was worried about him, I really was. I could feel his thin body trembling against mine and I bite my lower lip, wanting to help but now knowing how to. I hated not being able to help those I cared about.

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Connor straightened up for him woth a sheepish, but tired smile. He drink in a soft breath and let it out in a sigh. Blue eyes were fogged with clear inner struggle. He stuck his tongue out, trying to seem a little more lively than he actually felt. He didn't want Attyston to feel bad about the withdrawals. He wanted him to be happy for trying to get clean... This was only day two though really.

[Attyston Thomas]

I snap my teeth at his tongue playfully, wanting to make him feel better. I huff and use my elbows to turn Connor before starting to work the soap into his mass of black hair. I lean forward to press my lips to a non-soapy part of his shoulder before grabbing the shampoo bottle again to squirt more into my hand and rub it into his hair."You're gonna do mine, right?" I ask hopefully, chuckling.
"Just kidding." I add, not actually wanting Connor to put out the effort. I could do my own and not trouble him over it.

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Connor scoffed, smiling. "I c-could," He insisted with a shrug. He didn't want to be all lifeless and sick.. He wanted Att to know he cared. Clearing his throat, he smiled at the kiss on the shoulder. Blue eyes closed so he wouldn't get dizzy from trying to keep upright.

[Attyston Thomas]

"No. It's fine." I say in a motherly tone, shaking my head even though Connor couldn't see me. I set the shampoo bottle back on the little ledge and soon finish with his hair.
"Rinse." I direct, reaching past him to wash the soap and bubbles from my hands. I push my wet mop of black hair from my face before reaching for the shampoo bottle.
"You wanna loofa? I'm not scrubbing you down.. unless you ask nicely." I joke, poking the center of his back teasingly.

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Connor rested a hand on Attyston's chest, rinsin his hair and running his free hand through it. He stumbled and cursed, chuckling at Attyston's words and grabbing a loofa. He waited for soap, rubbing it where he could reach. "H-hold me.." He mumbled, worried about slipping and making a fool of himself. He began to lathered his body in soap, and then rinsed off again.