Desperation ; Attyston

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Connor woke up in a sweat beside Attyston in bed, his chest rising an falling swiftly and shallowly. He groaned and held his pounding head as he rolled away onto his side, curling up in a fetal position and trying to calm himself. A faint whine passed his lips, his body screaming for a fix stronger than every. This week should be the last rut of withdrawal, but Connor knew the urges would probably never go away unless he relapsed. Tears burned his cheeks and he yanked the blankets closer, snuggling into them with a shaky breath, feeling Jascaar nudge his head.

[Attyston Thomas]

I blink open my eyes as Connor moves beside me before huffing sleepily and closing my eyes again, only to sit up as the covers are yanked off me. I look over at him for a moment before climbing out of bed and padding across the room to the door. I start down the hallway to the kitchen to grab a Rockstar from the door and lean against the counter as I open it. Con hadn't really been getting any better, and I hoped that he would be soon. It hurt me to see him like this.

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Connor felt Attyston get up and he gagged, lying there a moment longer until he stopped sweating so much and his breaths slowed.He sat up, picking Jascaar up and rubbing an eye. His hair was in disarray as he padded out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen, looking for a good morning kiss.

[Attyston Thomas]

I'm so lost in my thoughts about my worry over Connor that when I don't hear him coming and jump when he enters the kitchen, Rockstar splashing onto the tile. "Oops." I huff, setting my can on the coutner and stepping over the small puddle to wrap my arms around Con and pull him to me, my lips meeting his gently for a moment. "Good morning." I mumble, resting my chin on his shoulder with a small grin. "How'd you sleep?" I add, pulling back to look at him.

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Connor chuckled. "Sorry," He huffed guiltily, snuggling up close in Attyston's arms. He could just fall asleep there, still exhausted even after sleeping through the night. "Great, u-until I woke up." His lips pursed and then he chuckled a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

[Attyston Thomas]

"Its not your fault." I say, shaking my head as I tighten my grip around him happily. I roll my eyes playfully as Connor continues and I let him out of my grasp so that I can reach for my Rockstar and take a sip. "Plans for today.. other than cleaning that puddle up." I ask, chuckling as I look over at him as I lean against the counter.

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"I dunno." He smiled sleepily, trailing after him and hauling himself shakily onto the counter top before brushing sweaty hair from his face. "I need a sh-shower." He rose an eyebrow at Attyston.