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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 1:57 pm
Where, oh where, had his Grayson gone?
Oh where, oh where, could he be?
He wasn't in on Friday. That was easy enough to shrug off. Maybe he had decided not to come. Maybe he had a cold and his parents wanted him to rest. Maybe he had fallen behind in his work from being so lazy and actually cared to catch up. There were so many reasons he could have been gone, including the awkward situation where Ignacio declared Never and then realized he declared Never far too soon and far too obnoxiously. Never would ruin him forever, and Never made Grayson awkward and confused.
Ignacio couldn't help wondering if that was what made him not show up on Friday, and while Azzo had managed to distract him, it wasn't much later that Ignacio was back inside the high school building in his hidden corner, wondering if it was really his fault. Over the weekend, he snuck around the school to give his cell phone a quick charge in hopes that Grayson would call, but there was nothing. On Sunday, when he was completely off campus, he didn't see Grayson anywhere. Sure, Destiny City was huge, but they a tendency to run into each other in random places in the past. Why wouldn't it be the same today?
Maybe Never had won.
But Grayson had to be back on Monday. Maybe Ignacio could say sorry then, again.
...But he wasn't back on Monday, either.
That was when Ignacio started to wonder if it was something more than Never that was keeping Grayson away. He couldn't help his thoughts that it was Never, but he eventually had to admit to himself that assuming Grayson was gone because Ignacio had too hurriedly rejected him was incredibly egocentric. And while Ignacio was incredibly egocentric, there were some people who could poke through that and Grayson was one of them. Something about Grayson being missing for four days just hit him as wrong.
He would call Grayson, but his cellphone was dead again, and if he took it out during class to charge it his teachers threatened to 'take it away.' So Ignacio determined that he would have to just go to Grayson's house and do it in person. That was okay. He liked being in person better. There was only one essential problem...
Living homeless for a week could have its setbacks.
The fangirls in school cooed that it was because the black-haired cutie was missing that Ignacio looked like a walking wreck. Ignacio didn't mind being paired with the black-haired cutie, actually. He felt bad for laughing, horrible about laughing, and he felt even more horrid about Never. But that wasn't important. What was important was that he was looking like a wreck, and the last thing he needed to do was visit Grayson looking like a wreck.
So it was time to fix it. Ignacio rubbed his hair down with the new shampoo he had bought on Sunday and rinsed his hair out in the bathroom. He toweled himself down with toliet paper and switched out his clothes for his spare pair. Deciding that his hair still didn't look all that good, Ignacio swiped a hat that was sitting around and put it on his head. He didn't particularly care that he didn't care about basketball and the hat bragged about the San Antonio Spurs. The Graves wouldn't ask questions, right?
Overall, he didn't look that bad, except for the fact that there were bags under his eyes, and his spare pair of clothes were more than a little wrinkled from being shoved to the bottom of an overstuffed backpack for a few days. And he was a little thinner than the last time the Graves had saw him; Ignacio was positive that he had lost a couple pounds. But whatever, he was fine. He was passable. They could pass it off as worry. Right? Right.
So that was how Ignacio found himself on the Graves' porch, knocking on their door and shuffling his feet nervously.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 2:28 pm
Grayson had been faced with a very tough decision on Sunday night.
He was a man who didn't exactly hate school, but would rather be doing anything than attending it. He didn't skip simply because he knew that he had to be present to glean at least some information from lecture and do the busywork that would keep him from failing, but that was the only reason. It didn't mean he didn't sleep in class, it didn't mean he did his homework unless someone was lighting a fire under his butt, and it didn't mean he was particularly cheerful about getting up at six in the morning to trudge off to school in shorts.
But he went, generally.
When faced with the decision to go to school or allow his Pop to continue to coddle him at home, he honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't decide which was the lesser of two evils; going to school and having the girls coo over the huge scratch marks on his face, or staying at home and having Pop confine him to his bed and constantly check in on him. Grayson liked being in bed, no question, but he didn't like being coddled in bed. He didn't like being nuisance, didn't like when someone had to take time out of their day to constantly make certain he wasn't picking at the scabs on his knuckles or trying to sneak out the window.
Plainly put, he was uncomfortable being the center of attention. And wasn't that odd, for a Leo? For Leo? But it was true. In senshi form, Leo didn't mind stealing the show with his glitz and glamor, but Grayson would rather just be a background player. That had always been true about him.
So, he actually tried to go to school, but Pop had taken one look at his shoulder and sides and told him no, he was staying in bed, that was final, now eat your soup, Grayson Patrick Graves.
By the time Monday afternoon rolled around, Grayson was well and truly antsy. He'd been texting Dani on and off during the day, growing bored whenever she lapsed into silence due to class. He'd texted Elke, too, but had been met with the same sort of situation, and as he reflected, decided he'd better not get her in any trouble in school. Jude was out of the question, for more reasons than one, though the most notable was the fact that he didn't have his number.
He had Ignacio's, but he'd started to send a text and stopped about three times. It felt a little awkward, was all. He could remember their last conversation, and he didn't want to bother his friend when there was nothing he could do. School was out now, so maybe he could see if he wanted to come over... but Ignacio would probably consider that too familiar.
Never was winning, it seemed.
So, he was sitting up in his bed, dressed in only a pair over oversized flannel pajama bottoms, carefully applying a shiny salve that he didn't know the name of to his sides and shoulder. His cheek was mostly healed, though the scratches looked a lot worse than they were, and he had some nice bruising all down his back and right arm that was finally beginning to fade. All in all, he felt a lot better than he looked, which wasn't to say he felt great, just that he didn't think he needed all the fuss that was going on.
His Pop peeked in, looking a little bit affronted. "Ignacio is here. A classmate? The one we had over for dinner?"
Grayson blinked, surprised enough that he accidentally pressed down on his shoulder wound a little too hard. He yelped, then looked chagrined. "Ow. Oh. Er. I'll come down."
"Your father is talking to him just now," Van said mysteriously, gesturing around the room. "Stay here. And for heaven's sake, wrap yourself up, or I will."
"All right," Grayson replied grudgingly, going back to spreading the salve. The skin was still raw and irritated looking, though the wounds were healing nicely. Faster than they should have been, probably.
One of the many benefits of being a senshi.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 2:48 pm
It had worked! Ignacio almost seemed too relieved when Arthur told him he could just wait a moment, but the relief was for multiple reasons. That meant Grayson wasn't sobbing over him or something, and that meant that he did look passable. Not good, but passable, and that was enough for Ignacio Araya. He waited until he was told it was alright to go upstairs and then he was off like the wind!
Almost ruining his hair-disguised-by-hat. Almost.
Ignacio skidded to a stop in front of Grayson's room to gain his composure so he didn't look insanely worried. Unfortunately, when he got a view of Grayson's injured face, all composure was gone.
As much as Grayson had seen Ignacio bawl in front of him (and as much as Ignacio didn't remember), this would seem noticably odd for Ignacio. He was shaking, looking injured like someone had injured him too. And he was over to the bed in a face, the look on his face more fitting of a concerned lover than a worried friend. "Gray, Gray... what happened to you?"
So much for keeping composure. He went to carefully touch Grayson, but then drew his hand back figuring it was a bad idea. Grayson looked bad, like he got in a tossle with a storm and lost. At least the awkwardness seemed to be gone for him. He was looking at him with concern and odd amounts of affection for someone who was declaring the Never words, and it was nothing but obvious. He had gotten some time to think over the long, torturous weekend, after all. Maybe he had come to terms with something.
He wasn't expecting to see Grayson in the condition that he was in, though. Not one bit.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:04 pm
Grayson was happy to have a visitor, but he was also worried about just how his friend would react to seeing his body littered with wounds on their way to mending. He didn't have time to cross the room and dig a tank top out, especially considering he figured he ought to put clean clothes on rather than dirty, and even that should be done after bandaging. From the time Van had told him that Ignacio had been on his way up to just then, Grayson had been trying to quickly finish doctoring his wounds to prevent infection, and he hadn't exactly succeeded. He was done now, and the tips of his fingers were smeared with some of the stuff still, but he was still shirtless with all of his battle wounds left to the open air.
Oops. He hadn't wanted Ignacio to see how bad he looked. Because, really, he looked worse than he felt.
Still, the damage had been done, so he was left to look a little bewildered as Ignacio rushed to his side, looking for all the world like he had been the one to cause all the wounds. The obvious concern made him feel awkward, uncomfortable, and he shifted a little in the face of it. Ignacio was just being a concerned friend, he knew, but he'd had quite enough of the smothering affection over the weekend to be satisfied for the rest of the year, probably.
So, his smile was a little nervous, and he said quickly and calmly, "I'm fine. Just got in a fight, is all, but I'm fine."
He shifted again, swinging his feet over the side of the bed, and winced when the motion tugged at his sides. Awkward.
Really awkward.
"Sorry I didn't text or anything. I've been kind of..." He lifted his shoulders, shrugged. "I didn't have a phone for a while, and today I figured.."
Figured what? After a moment, he finished lamely, "Well, I figured I wouldn't bother you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:31 pm
Perhaps, the biggest problem was that Ignacio wasn't being a concerned friend. There was somthing else going on here. Something else that made Grayson more awkward. Ignacio seemed to be ignoring it, whatever it was. He was more concerned with Grayson, what had happened to him, how he had gotten into a fight, why he had gotten into a fight, if he was the reason Grayson had gotten himself in a fight oh god was it his fault? Ignacio never wanted to be the cause of pain for Grayson; he didn't want that face to be marred from anything that might even have to do with him remotely...
"It's not my fault, is it?" So much for not bringing that up. "Grayson, I seriously didn't mean never, I seriously loike you," that was a weird word, "did I make things worse? Please tell me I didn't make things worse. You didn't have to go get into a fight! What was the fight about? Why did you go get into a fight? It looks like someone stuck your head in a blender. I've been worried all weekend."
Okay, now he was rambling and he was quite obviously being more than concerned.
Ignacio needed to contain himself, though maybe this was helping keep Never down. If he was being this blatantly obvious, anyway. At the same time, maybe this was bad. Grayson was injured enough, Ignacio didn't need to do anything to agitate him. That would drive him back. Drive him further and further away and Never would succeed and Ignacio would have to gather what was left of his dignity and his ego and Ignacio didn't want to have his ego have to take any more hits than it had already taken recently. Not only that, he didn't want to drive Grayson away.
His expression remained worried and concerned despite his own panicked inner turmoil. And then, he said, almost on autopilot. "I wanted to call you all weekend. I kept hoping you'd call. I had my cell phone on me. But you couldn't've gotten a hold of me today anyway. Cell's been dead." And then he needed to explain why, all the sudden, and the panic on his face increased as he suddenly realized what he said.
"Um, power's been out at the house. So I couldn't charge it. But that's not important," Ignacio didn't want to focus on his lie. "The important thing is I'm here now, and," Ignacio let out a shaky breath, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should let you talk."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:29 pm
Ignacio was talking a lot. Ignacio was obviously very concerned, and though Grayson had firmly placed his friend in the metaphorical "friend zone," it didn't mean he was unaware of the extreme level of his worry. It was almost too much for a friend, the kind of behavior he would expect from, well, a boyfriend. It made Grayson even more uneasy than he had been, and he almost desperately wished for a shirt just then. Not because he thought Ignacio would jump him or anything equally ridiculous, he just would have liked to have the extra layer to hide the bruises and wounds.
Unfortunately, he hadn't even applied his bandaging yet, so that was out of the question. So, he reached for the roll of bandaging, giving Ignacio another brief, awkward smile.
What was he supposed to reply to out of all of that? He settled for answering the things that were least likely to make the already uncomfortable situation worse.
"I didn't get in a fight because of you, don't worry. And we're friends, so I know you like me." He started wrapping the bandaging around his chest, moving gingerly with the arm that boasted the large shoulder bite. "And the fight was... unavoidable. It was a friend, actually, and I had to help him out."
He didn't want to give away anything about Jude, and hoped Ignacio would just leave it at that. Somehow, he doubted it, but he could still hope. Of the two of them, though he was feeling really out of place, mostly due to the fact that he was being fawned over again due to his injuries, he sounded much calmer than his friend.
"It's really not as bad as it looks." It sounded lame, but he smiled a little, hoping that would help Ignacio believe it. He'd never felt so strange sitting in front of someone without a shirt -- for goodness sake, he'd greeted Melody in nothing but his boxers while they were at Barren Pines.
It definitely had to be the injuries, and the oddly intimate, concerned looks Ignacio was giving him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 5:30 pm
"Gray, I know, but I ... care about you," and his attempt to take Never back fell because he couldn't bring himself to possibly make Grayson's condition any worse with confessions of affections beyond friendship. His face said everything he wasn't saying, though. It was saying he wished he was the one dressing Grayson's wounds. It was saying he wished he had the power to make everything alright. It was saying he wished he could make sure nothing like this would ever happen to Grayson ever again.
But instead of saying what he truly wanted, he said, "Gray, let me. Least I could do. I should have come over sooner." Ignacio took off his hat so he could see better, revealing a serious case of wet and vaguely sweet-smelling hat hair. He put the hat at his feet before hanging his head with a sigh. "You'll just reopen your injuries if you start doctoring yourself. Moving around like that isn't going to help anything."
Ignacio wasn't asking questions about Jude, at least not yet, so Grayson was safe from that much. It seemed to be because he was concerned about other things, though. "And it looks pretty bad, Gray. Not gonna lie. It may feel better, but it looks like... s**t." It really did. Was that a bite on his shoulder? And where did the scratch marks come from? It looked like he got into a fight with a vicious animal. Multiple vicious animals. And he lost against the animals.
He shifted, looked down again, looked back up to Grayson with those oddly intimate and concerned eyes again. Ignacio wished he could do more. Maybe if that awkwardness had never happened, maybe Grayson would have been with Ignacio instead. And Grayson's other friends were important, sure, but maybe Ignacio could have helped protect Grayson, and multiple hands made less work, and they could have made less work of those vicious animals as well.
Maybe then, Ignacio could have been the one in bed and Grayson could have been the concerned one.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 5:56 pm
"No, I-" He really didn't want Ignacio bandaging his wounds. It was bad enough when his Pop was wrapping his wounds up. The last thing he needed was Ignacio of the suddenly-very-tender-eyes to feel like he had to help doctor the wounds Grayson had brought on himself.
After all, no one had said he had to rush into Jude's jungle. Well, Dani had kind of insisted, but honestly, he was a Zodiac. He was Jude's somewhat friend. He couldn't not go.
"No, I'll do it." He smiled again, trying to lessen the refusal, and gently pushed his friend's hands back.
He set about doing so again, trying his hardest not to allow his expression to waver when it hurt. In truth, the worst part just then was the bruising, which had always taken a while to fade on him. There were remnants of the wounds, obvious evidence that something had tried its damndest to rip him to pieces, but they weren't even bleeding anymore. The hospital had acted quickly and efficiently, and his body had begun to rapidly take care of the rest. He'd be tender for a while, sure, but the worst was past.
How to convince his friend of that when he had no idea he was a senshi, however...
So, he simply went back to wrapping his shoulder, eyes on the task at hand. After a moment, he asked quietly, "Did I miss a lot in class?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:50 pm
And onto these impersonal topics.
Who cared about classes? Ignacio never had and probably never will, until they became relevant to something he actually cared about. And if they were relevant to something he cared about, something about his concern was so fleeting. He kept very few hobbies because his interests simply wandered thanks to a lack of proper focus. That was one of the things that his Papa claimed he never had. Never would have. Be one of those things that would lead him to be a bum.
He didn't suppose his father would have expected Ignacio to be so focused on being a bum. "No, not really. Only a couple days wasn't all that much. In World Lit there was some kind of reading from some ancient Asian culture, but honestly, I wasn't paying enough attention to really have any details. I stole some," he meant copied, "notes from a classmate, though, if you want to see them. And Earth Science... think you missed a lab."
But Ignacio shrugged it off with ease. "That's not important right now, though, Grayson. What's important is that you heal up alright, okay?" The irritation with irrelevant topics was replaced, once again, with the oddly affectionate glance he kept giving Grayson. The disturbing glance, if anything. "What did you fight anyway? Looks like a pack of wild lions wanted to take a bite out of you. How did you fight it off? I could've helped, it's my fault for not being around..."
And Ignacio was dumping the guilt onto himself. This was a weird situation.
"...No matter. What's important is that you get better now." Ignacio poked at one of the bags under his eyes vaguely, wishing that they would disappear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:07 pm
Grayson didn't actually care very much about his classes either. He knew his parents had called into arrange his work, and Dad was going to swing by the school on his way home and gather up assignments. He'd just been trying to deflect the conversation away from himself, to a topic that was more comfortable, even if it didn't mean very much to him. To his credit, Ignacio was a better friend than to allow it to happen, but Grayson couldn't find it in himself to appreciate it entirely.
He was emotionally raw; ripped to pieces inside over something that Ignacio didn't know about, never would. He'd had a talk with Jude that had taken something out of him that he wasn't sure he could get back, not on his own, and he didn't know how to rebound from it. He knew that he couldn't do it when Ignacio was looking at him like that, no matter how easy it would have been to simply fall forward into a pair of willing arms.
Not only because it wouldn't be fair to himself, but Ignacio had told him: Never. And though he'd taken that never back, words meant so much to Grayson. He couldn't trust himself, but he also couldn't trust Ignacio, not yet.
"I'll get better." He tucked the edge of the bandage away, started on his shoulder. This was more awkward, but he was still determined to do it himself.
He didn't want to talk about what had attacked him, but he was sure if he didn't, Ignacio would keep asking. So, he would do what he'd told Jude he would: be discreet. Only, with Ignacio, he would have to be moreso.
"Jude was being attacked." So he wasn't so good at being discreet - damn. Revealing his friend's name have him momentary pause, but he recovered quickly enough. "I was on a walk, to clear my head, and... I saw it. Lucky timing, I guess."
He smiled, though the edges of it were mirthless. "It wasn't a normal fight. They had weapons," and now he'd ducked his head, focusing on his shoulder. "We almost didn't win. But we did. And I ended up in the hospital, but I'm fine."
His tone seemed to say, And that's all I can say about it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:37 pm
Jude. Ignacio made note of that name, to look into later. What the hell was he doing, to get himself in that much trouble where Grayson would have to jump in and help him? What kind of person was he? Why would he be in the fight in the first place? Why didn't he call the police? Well, he was being attacked, that was an incredibly stupid question...
Ignacio wanted to ask more questions but Grayson's tone almost begged him not to. There was no need to push things, so Ignacio sighed and gave in. There was nothing he could do to get Grayson to budge, not right now. He didn't want to agitate things like Grayson agitated his shoulder. Ignacio would just have to investigate things himself, starting with this Jude character. Maybe Grayson would say more about him himself, right?
"That sounds awful. At least they weren't instantly lethal weapons, if you're still alive." Ignacio would have never forgiven himself if he had come over just to find out that Grayson had somehow died over Thursday night and Ignacio had done nothing to save him. "Or maybe they were. I don't know. I'm just glad to see that you're healing. Are you sure you don't need help with those bandages? It looks awkward to be bandaging yourself like that."
That look had softened a little bit from the initial panic, but the fondness was still there. The fondness from a man Grayson couldn't trust again quite yet. Still, Ignacio was already busy at work thinking of ways to get Grayson back in his arms--err, to non-awkward relations. Grayson was never in his arms, except for sometimes hugs. Right. Except for sometimes hugs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:03 pm
Grayson was almost finished with his shoulder, actually. He glanced over, then realized he shouldn't have, because Ignacio was still giving him the look. The look that he felt terrible for, because even time he encountered it, he felt worse, less deserving. Ignacio might have been sincere, Grayson didn't know; what he did know was that he looked into a freckled face and part of him wished for a smooth, pale one. He saw golden eyes and for almost a moment, could deceive himself into thinking they were pink.
But they weren't. And he felt horrible because he wanted them to be. Wished that what one boy seemed to be offering another would would, and he knew that he never would. So he was guilty of wanting too much, and he was guilty of not appreciating what he already had.
So what else was new?
"Almost done." He finished bandaging his shoulder, decided to leave his cheek with the three slash marks exposed. He didn't have a big enough band-aid on hand, anyway. "There."
He tossed the bandage back onto his desk, placed his hands lightly on his knees. "Thank you for the concern, though."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:24 pm
That was how it always happened, wasn't it? Don't appreciate what one does have, always yearn for what one can't have.
Ignacio, for example, was yearning for Grayson when Grayson was looking at him and hoping that he would see a smooth face with pink eyes, not a freckled face with golden eyes. But he saw no signs he was losing, no signs that he was going to lose, except for Never and Awkward, and so, he would keep pressing forward in an attempt to eliminate the two from ever existing between them ever again.
Grayson succeeded in taking care of himself and, in the end, didn't need Ignacio's help at all. He looked slightly hurt at the final rejection of his help--Ignacio didn't offer help to just anyone, really--but he got over it quickly and returned to that same odd fondness. "Of course, Grayson. It was the least I could offer, since I wasn't there when it all happened." That was probably what he got for being a coward and sleeping inside a crevice in the school building. Maybe this was a sign that he needed to sleep outside more often, so he actually saw these things and could stop them before they got to the point where people like Grayson were battered and bruised.
Yeah. Maybe he would just sleep outside of the school building tonight.
"Grayson, I'm glad you're going to be alright." That was elaborated before, but he would elaborate again. "I've heard whispers of worry about you amoung some of the other students." There were also worried whispers about him--oh no, maybe he looked so horrid because the dark-haired cutie had dumped the freckled boy!--but Ignacio needn't mention that part.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:11 am
With nothing to do with his hands, he settled for trying to relax on his bed. There wasn't really anywhere else to sit but the floor, so he tucked his legs up, looked down at his bare feet. With bandages, he didn't feel so much like he needed to grab a shirt and cover himself; the damage had been done, anyway.
His head snapped up, though, when Ignacio mentioned that he hadn't been there to help. "I don't expect anyone to be there." It was said before he realized the full implication of it, but it was true. Grayson didn't expect other senshi to be there, nor did he expect his friends. When he went into battle, he expected to rely on himself to protect his own body and those of the people around him.
If anyone was there trying to help him, he shoved them away. Roughly, as he had done to Jude.
Leo didn't want anyone taking punches for him.
His expression softened, just a fraction, and he rubbed at his forehead wearily. "I didn't want to make anyone worry. I would have gone to school, but Pop wouldn't let me."
That much was true.
"Sorry I worried you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:42 am
Grayson really was completely selfless, according to the logic of that statement. And it stunned Ignacio, really. It was a trait Ignacio would never have, ever; he was too self-centered to even consider being completely selfless. Still, it seemed so fitting for Grayson. Grayson had shown nothing but generosity to Ignacio since he met him... well, and awkwardness. Awkward and Never were trying to make a pretty strong stand between the two of them.
But Ignacio had already beaten Never down. Not that he knew that. In his mind, it was still two mighty beasts that needed to be given a hard kick in the -- "Grayson, don't apologize for worrying me. I would have worried about you anyway." Those were weird words to be escaping Ignacio's mouth. There were very few people he actively worried about. There was Melody, Raina, Lucas... now apparently Grayson was on the short list.
Of course, how much more weird could it get, considering the way he was looking at Grayson as it was? "Can see why Van would want to keep you home, though," and he laughed, an easy laugh, much different than the obnoxious laugh that he had given off in the cafeteria. This seemed much more casual and amused, less... forced? "Even if you do feel fine, you look like you went to hell and back. Not really the best looking state to be in school in."
Though, admittedly, Ignacio did hope he would be back for tomorrow.
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