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In the bath, Kalore was silent for a while, just staring at the wall before he slowly began to sink lower into the water, biting his lip. He knew not to think of too much at the moment but sometimes that was harder than thinking about the tough stuff. Kalore shook his head before he dunked himself in the water, trying to get his mind to go on its happy way to happy land again, but it seemed like that wasn’t something that was possible. He kept thinking of Monty, kept wondering just why it was that he was helping him. Was he going to hurt him again? Was he going to continue to beat him down like what he had started to do just months before? The thoughts had Kalore whimpering as he curled up again, his wet hair down his back, exposing his face as he rested against his knees.

Monty wasn’t going to beat him down; he wasn’t going to do anything like that. He knew that in the logical part of his mind but he couldn’t convince himself of it. No matter what it was that he did… Just what was Monty going to do then if he wasn’t going to hurt him? The demon had made it clear that he wasn’t cared for anymore, so why help him? Maybe Rave or someone guilted him into it… but then again, this was Monty… what guilt did he have? Kalore shook his head again as he was curled in a tighter ball, whimpering again as his mind continued on in its way of tearing him apart mentally. He couldn’t stop the negative thoughts, not without help, so even though they didn’t last for long, they just kept coming.

The elf hadn’t even heard Monty coming near the door; just a sign of how far gone the man was. When he did, however, he jumped and the splashing sound was like gunfire in the otherwise silent room. Eyes wide, he bit his lip before he tried to clean up some of the mess that the splashes had made but soon giving up, he groaned before speaking, “Y-Yeah?” His voice was choked almost as he coughed, restating the word so that Monty would know that it was okay to come in. Leaving the man in the bath on his own definitely hadn’t been the best idea. He wasn’t going to hurt himself physically, at least not on purpose, but mentally… that was a bit different.

Biting his lip, Kalore knew that he wasn’t okay and that he needed someone’s help, but maybe Monty didn’t want to see him again? He glanced down at his own body, noticing that he had gotten thinner from the last time that Monty had seen him. How much weight had he lost? Why had he even lost it? It wasn’t like he had had to before, anyway, and he had been borderline too-thin months ago. He bit his lip harder as he spoke, “I… I’m fine, Monty. Really…” And he wasn’t, in fact he really wasn’t fine at all. Now he wasn’t just getting flickers of thoughts about Monty but now about himself. Was he disgusting to the other man? Kalore was small, fragile even, compared to the well-built demon. Maybe that was another reason why he hadn’t fought to help Kalore before; he just wanted rid of the smaller built elf.

Another surge of panic washed over him as the man thought about that for a moment, “W-Why?” Why did the demon want to come into the room with him? He knew that it wouldn’t be for something like drowning him, but his panicked state wasn’t thinking properly. Kalore knew enough about Monty to know that he would come in the bathroom either way so he didn’t fight him on this as he sunk lower into the bath, letting the water and his swirling hair hide his nude state a bit more. “C-Come… come in if… if you want, M-Monty.”

The elf was still panicking but he was thankful that the other had left the door open. Looking up at the man, his body was curled tighter in a ball as he simply stared at the glass for a moment. Kalore knew that he needed to drink something but his throat felt clenched, felt like it wouldn’t be able to take down anything. He shook his head again as his face was nearly buried against his knees, his eyes closed tightly. “I… I’m not thirsty…” Why did he think that the other wasn’t’ going to allow him to get away with that? Probably because he knew Monty a lot better than most people thought he did.

Kalore didn’t even seem to react to the threat, the drug keeping his mind panicked and unable to really listen well enough to realize that Monty was going to take away the strawberries that the elf didn’t even know that he had. Biting his lip harder, a thin hand took the glass as he almost dropped it, the teeth on his lip almost causing red marks to appear on the already bitten and chapped skin. He sighed before he finally rested against himself, sipping slowly at the water.

“Th-there…” He didn’t drink all of it but he drank some of it, the rest being handed to Monty again as Kalore’s eyes were downcast, his chest rising and falling quickly; almost too quickly. He was scared of something, but it wasn’t so much Monty being there as it was the thoughts that Monty might have of him. Kalore wanted the demon near him, wanted him close and wanted to keep him there, but at the same time… he was sure that the man thought horrible things of him; or the drug made sure of it.

As his hand moved down, Kalore flinched before a shiver went through him. Monty wasn’t the only one that was affected in raw and primal ways. Biting his lip softly, he shook his head again but it was too himself, telling himself that he needed to stop thinking and to just get over this. Monty wasn’t doing anything but checking him and making sure that he was physically okay. Mentally Kalore was a wreck, but at least physically he was a little healthy. Not much but… a little was better than not at all, right?

Looking up at the other, he bit his lip to the point that he could now taste the metallic taste of blood, soon looking back down. “I… I’m trying…” he had been trying to stop his thoughts for a while now but they were running rampant and he didn’t know what it was that he could do against them. Maybe nothing, maybe something… he didn’t know for sure. Closing his eyes, he shivered as the demon began to wash him, feeling tense, needing to get away for a moment before he forced himself to calm down and just listen to what it was that Monty had said. “Help… help me…” He thought that that was the end of his words as he glanced over at him, his eyes panicked but he continued, “How, Monty?”