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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 1:13 pm
Chris sighed lightly as Paris leaned in to kiss his face, and he shifted against the back of the bed to get more comfortable and to give Paris a better angle. While he didn't think that Paris has any reason to be sorry, he also didn't want to discourage the affectionate behavior. If anything, it was better then him being miserable. And he hated seeing his boyfriend miserable — which was more often than he'd like to see, these days....
"I bet we can come up with something to do, too," Chris agreed lifting a free hand to gently ruffle Paris's hair. He made sure there was no syrup on it this time. He was perfectly content to just laze about for a while if that was what Paris wanted, but as long as he wasn't using it as an excuse to wallow it should be fine. "Try and eat some more, okay?" he requested, not yet satisfied with the amount he'd seen Paris put in his mouth. There was plenty of fruit still left in the bowl, and Chris would rather eat the less-healthy French toast than the cantaloupe and grapes and whatever else had been thrown in.
He turned to place a kiss against Paris's head in an attempt to cheer him up without bothering him too much. He definitely didn't want to annoy him when he was already looking so sad. Chris smiled down at him, speared a piece of fruit in his fork and lifted it to wave in front of Paris's face. "If you finish eating at least half the bowl, I'll... uh... rub your feet or something." Paris liked his feet being rubbed, right? They had to be sore a lot of the time, being a dancer and all.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 4:17 pm
Paris smiled and opened his mouth for the offered fruit, biting it off the fork and chewing slowly. He knew he wasn’t doing well. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that. He could look at himself in the mirror and see that he was neither in tip-top shape nor operating at one-hundred percent. He was struggling and making poor decisions and generally not behaving in a way that was encouraging. It might be that he wasn’t trying as hard as he could be, or that this time he just didn’t have the strength available to try hard enough.
Overall, it had been a good year. But it had also been a difficult year, and it had only gotten harder last month. He was putting so much of himself into everything—into his relationship, into his father, into his dancing, into being maybe not the best senshi, but at least a good one—that he wasn’t even sure how much more of himself he had left to give before the exhaustion finally crept up on him.
But he had to keep going. He had to keep trying even if the result was bad, because what else was there? If he didn’t try then he’d have nothing. He didn’t want that. He still had a promise to his father to keep, and he had every intention of seeing it through.
Paris smiled wider once he’d swallowed the fruit and forced all the dark, depressing thoughts as far back as he could. “I’d like that,” he said.
He had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but today… today was going to be a better day.
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