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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:53 am
July 29th, 2016 ”What are you doing here?” Ilian asked in surprise when Lovely showed up at the burger joint that he worked at, right as he was about to get off his shift. It wasn’t that it was uncommon for Lovely to show up at his work for food, but usually he told him ahead of time. Today was more of a surprise.
“Did you want fries?” he asked over the counter, grateful that the big dinner rush had ended about an hour prior, and he was getting ready to hang up his apron. He preferred to go home and shower since he was sure that he smelled like grease, but if there was something else going on, of course he wanted to know.
It wasn’t too late, thankfully. His shift was ending earlier than usual, and he’d mentioned that to Lovely when the schedule came out, but he didn’t think that Lovely would actually remember something like that; he’d just said it in surprise. Still, it wasn’t that he was unhappy to see him, and he pulled one of the cups from under the counter to slide across for Lovely to take, pulling his own wallet out of his back pocket to pay for the drink, even if management said that one or two drinks for friends was okay. He didn’t want to get into the habit of taking advantage of things like that. He was capable of paying for the things he wanted on his own. --- “s**t, don’t act so happy to see me,” Lovely said, staring across the counter with an irritable frown.
He hadn’t really planned on meeting Ilian at the end of Ilian’s shift. At least, not until very recently. As in, the last few hours. He’d spent the afternoon sitting at home bored out of his mind after being sent home from work early. Summers were slow at the department store; he’d had his hours cut for the last three weeks in a row. He wouldn’t normally complain, except it meant his paychecks weren’t as hefty and he had way too much free time on his hands.
If there was one thing Lovely hated more than anything else, it was being bored. So, here he was. That was all there was to it, really. He definitely wasn’t there because it was Ilian’s birthday or whatever. That was just a coincidence. And if he’d thought of something for them to do together once Ilian’s shift was over, that was just a coincidence, too.
“I can pay for myself,” Lovely grumbled, but he made no move to dig out his wallet. He grabbed the drink cup and quickly rattled off his order. “Medium fry. And a BLT. I want the bacon really crispy. Make sure they go easy on the mayo, though. I don’t want the bun getting soggy. Are you getting off on time tonight? I wanted to see a movie.”--- ”Don’t worry about it. I get a discount, anyway,” he mumbled an explanation as he rung up Lovely’s order and deposited the correct amount of cash into the drawer. He made sure everything was keyed into the computer, and then turned to where the cooks were cooking. “Hey, it’s for Lovely,” he called to the back, where he got a thumbs up from one of the guys working there. Lovely had come to visit him often enough that they knew not to over do it on the mayo, and often slid another piece of bacon in for him, probably since he and Ilian were so skinny.
“Yeah, I’m getting ready to clean up now. I should be done by the time you’re done eating,” he said, not at all as disgruntled as Lovely looked, although he peered at him curiously when he mentioned wanting to go to a movie. “What movie?” he wondered, taking the rag he had and continued to clean down the counter while no one else was coming in.
“I’m guessing you got out of work early?” Ilian asked, waiting for Lovely’s BTL to be completed, and the fries put into a bag so that he could hand it over the counter. It wasn’t that he completely forgot that it was his birthday; he was just trying to forget. Not too many great things happened on or around his birthday, the most recent being the murder of his older brother. But he eyed Lovely anyway, suspecting that he might have met up with him for that purpose. --- “Star Trek,” Lovely answered without missing a beat. “I’ll get the tickets on my phone. I’m splurging on the good theater next door. I looked and there’s a showing at eight, so you should have time to eat if you’re hungry.”
Once his order was placed, Lovely moved around to the other side of the L-shaped counter to fill his drink cup with a mix of sprite and lemonade. Then he leaned against the counter to wait for his order. He pulled out his phone while he was at it, searching through the Fandango app for the right theater and show time. Every once in awhile he stole a glance in Ilian’s direction. Lovely happened to think he was being pretty low key about his intentions, but Ilian had a look on his face that made Lovely think he might not be entirely successful.
So he decided not to continue on the topic of the movie in the hopes that Ilian would not make a comment about them going on a “date” on his birthday.
It just happened to be Ilian’s birthday, okay?
And it was totally not a date.
Not at all.
Instead, Lovely made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat like the topic of work offended him. “They sent us home at twelve. Twelve. Like, what the ********. It’s set week and there was a truck today, but apparently they don’t give a s**t about any of it getting done. Except you know our ******** manager is going to b***h at us about it on Monday, like it’s our fault they’re cutting our hours.”
Lovely finished purchasing their movie tickets on his phone before leaning a little more heavily against the counter. He was frowning at Ilian severely, but in a way that obviously meant he was fishing for sympathy.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:55 am
Ilian continued to eye Lovely suspiciously, but did his job as quickly and efficiently as he could, so he could get out in time. Going to the movies with Lovely was… not a rare thing, but they didn’t do it very often. Especially not on the spur of the moment like this, or on days of the year that could be considered important.
“Sorry, that sucks,” he shrugged, knowing that Lovely tended to get restless when he had nothing to do, but it wasn’t as though there was anything Ilian could do about him being sent home. He’d been stuck there at his job since that morning. “Here,” he said, pushing the bag with Lovely’s food towards him over the counter, and taking a step back. “Give me a couple minutes.”
There was only a little more for him to do before being able to clock out, and once he was done doing a quick sweep of the floor, he headed towards the back with a wave goodbye to his co-workers.
“Ugh, it’s so hot back there,” he groaned, lifting his hand to try and comb his fingers through stupidly curly hair, although he supposed it could be worse. The problem was how thick it was, and it tended to just do what it wanted. He slid into one of the chairs at the table Lovely had made himself comfortable at, and reached for one of his fries, knowing that Lovely wasn’t going to finish all of it.
“So does that mean you work tomorrow, or…?” he asked, still a little suspicious as to what Lovely was really doing there. Could it be because it was his birthday? Or was it really just because Lovely was bored? He supposed it could be either way with Lovely, and in the end he decided it didn’t really matter.
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Lovely had taken his bag of food to a table in the back corner where a crowd of people was less likely to develop. Being that it was only about seven o’clock at night, the burger joint was still pretty populated, but it wasn’t packed to the point of being annoying. While waiting for Ilian’s shift to end, Lovely spent his time eating his dinner and playing around on his phone.
He glanced up when Ilian sat down without any food for himself. Rolling his eyes, Lovely slid the remaining third of his BLT across the table for Ilian to ******** no,” he said. “They know better by now than to try to get me to come in on a Saturday when I’m only supposed to work Monday through Friday. My next paycheck’s going to be s**t, though. I barely got twenty-five hours this week. If they’d tell us ahead of time when our hours are gonna be cut, I’d look for a second job or something, but we never know until they send us home.”
Lovely picked at his pile of fries. His complaints weren’t anything Ilian hadn’t heard before considering it’d been an ongoing theme that summer, but he’d rather b***h about work than get back onto the topic of going to the movies. He was trying to pretend as if he’d completely forgotten it was Ilian’s birthday. It didn’t help that Ilian kept giving him suspicious looks. Lovely had to keep glancing away in a manner that could only be described as “shifty.”
Doing something on Ilian’s birthday didn’t mean anything. Which was what he told himself whenever anything out of the ordinary happened between them. It was getting to the point where Lovely was having a hard time believing it himself. It’d been nearly seven months since he moved in with Ilian, which meant they’d been fake dating for more than half a year.
Sometimes, Lovely couldn’t really tell if it was fake anymore.
He flicked his gaze up toward Ilian again consideringly.
Would it be so bad if it wasn’t fake? They were friends, right? Or friends to whatever extent Lovely could be friends with anyone, at least. And it wasn’t like Ilian was bad looking. When Lovely got over himself enough to be able to admit it, he figured Ilian was actually kind of cute. Aggravating, but still cute.
“You don’t work until late tomorrow afternoon, right? D’you wanna do anything before then? We can check out a museum or something.”
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Ilian took what was left of Lovely’s BLT without question, already used to eating what was left of Lovely’s food, whether it was because Lovely really was finished, or because Lovely felt as though he had to give something to Ilian, otherwise he wouldn’t eat. It was too much of a normal thing to question.
“At least you can hide from people when you want,” Ilian offered with a shrug, having heard these complaints from Lovely plenty of times before. He knew that Lovely often took to hiding in stock rooms when it was way too busy, or there was too much to do. Ilian, on the other hand, had to deal with customers. Most of them weren’t bad, but there was always that one or two that ruined everything.
The offer to go out and do something before Ilian worked the next afternoon had him pausing again, halfway through eating what was left of the BLT. He swallowed, reaching over to take Lovely’s drink for a quick sip, using the condensation on the cup to clean off his hands a little.
“If you want to, sure,” he agreed, although he couldn’t help but think that Lovely was acting stranger than usual. Sure, it wasn’t out of the norm, but he was being, well, nicer than Lovely usually was. It was… refreshing, if Ilian was honest with himself. He and Sorin had been on their own for so long that someone other than Jericho coming into his life was, well, unexpected, especially when that someone was a little rich boy who owned a Maserati and had more money than he could shake a stick at.
And yet, Lovely ran away from home and was living with Ilian in his dumpy apartment, got himself a job, and was working towards helping to pay Ilian’s rent and helping him with his bills and keeping him company and… well, Ilian hadn’t really realized how much he really appreciated everything Lovely had done for him, even though he felt he was undeserving.
“Ready?” he asked as he finished off the last of Lovely’s fries and stood from the table. He lifted a hand to wave to his co-workers and waited for Lovely to get up to follow, heading towards the door and out into the street.
Ilian couldn’t even remember what he and Lovely were chatting about when he heard a voice that made his blood turn to ice.
“Ilian! Long time no see. Is this your boyfriend? He’s cute,” a drawling voice of a man in his early twenties came from near an alley entrance. “You’re pretty. What’s your name?” the man with the greasy, dull brown hair asked, his lips quirked into a smirk.
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The suspicious looks were making Lovely antsy. Why couldn’t Ilian just pretend like this was a normal thing? It wasn’t like they never did stuff together. They might not usually plan things, but that didn’t mean they never went out. Was it really so weird to sort these things out ahead of time? Lovely was just getting the discussion out of the way. Preemptively. That was all. Ilian didn’t have to be so weird about it. It was making Lovely feel weird, and Lovely didn’t like that.
It was his own fault, of course. Lovely knew that. He was the one always thinking about things. Like their relationship. And what sort of relationship they had. Or if they even had one at all. Recently, that got him thinking about other people’s relationships and how they differed. You know, what sorts of things they did together. As far as dates and stuff.
Not that… Lovely really wanted to go on dates. Because that’s not what this was. He was just bored. And it seemed like a good night for a movie. And even if it was a date, was that wrong? They were together, weren’t they? Even if they didn’t really talk about it. Ever. They sort of just kissed and fooled around and let people assume what they wanted to assume, and, sure, there was that one time Ilian called Lovely his boyfriend to Claude’s face, but that had been an “in the moment” sort of thing.
Yet, neither of them seemed to have any intention of dating anyone else.
Or, at least, Lovely didn’t. He sort of just assumed that Ilian thought the same way.
Stubbornly repressing a sigh, Lovely stood to throw out his trash and followed Ilian out of the burger joint. In his annoyance, he considered reaching out to take Ilian’s hand to see how Ilian would react to it, but the movie theater was right next door, so there wasn’t really a lot of time to get over his nerves enough to do it. And, anyway, before they could even cross the few yards to the theater, some sleaze came out from between two buildings to bother ******** off,” Lovely sneered.
He didn’t miss the way Ilian sort of tensed up. Lovely looked the guy over and tried to place him, but couldn’t remember ever seeing him before. Not one of Ilian’s co-workers, that was for sure. Lovely knew all of them, by face if not by name. Not one of Ilian’s friends either, considering Ilian didn’t have too many of those. Lovely figured the guy could be an old neighbor or something, but most of the people in Ilian’s building tended to be long-term tenants, and Lovely hadn’t heard of anyone moving out.
“Who’re you?” he asked, for lack of any real answer.
Not that he particularly cared. He really just found the guy annoying and was looking for more reasons to hate him.
And if Lovely happened to inch a little closer to Ilian as if to say “so what if I am his boyfriend?”, it was mostly just because he didn’t like the tone of the guy’s voice, not because of any of that hand-holding stuff he was thinking about just before.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:55 am
There was no air to breathe any more. Ilian felt as though he were suddenly drowning, his senses thrown, his hands and body suddenly trembling, stupidly, pathetically. His hazel eyes were wide as he stared at the ground in front of him, not needing to turn to see where the voice was coming from to picture the young man who stood there.
“Feisty,” Ilian could hear the man sneer as Lovely cursed him. “Don’t tell me Ilian hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt.” He didn’t sound upset. “We have so many good memories together, and he never mentioned me?”
He couldn’t breathe. He needed to get away. His heart was pounding against his chest. He could sense Lovely shift closer to him, even if he didn’t look. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, so he balled them into fists by his side. There were memories that came flooding back, but they were painful and had been repressed into his subconscious, surfacing only during the night when he dreamed of dark things, things he thought might be worse than death.
Ilian knew he wasn’t a strong person. He fought when he could, but most of the time he failed, physically and mentally. This was no different. He’d been distracted by the pleasant thoughts of being on a date with Lovely, despite everything Lovely said to the contrary, and then this happens.
“I haven’t seen you in… such a long time,” he heard the man talking to him, and Ilian felt himself shutting his eyes, as if that would make him disappear. “And, as fate would have it, we run into each other on your birthday!”
Stop. Stop.
He tried opening his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out. He felt like a child again, completely paralyzed with fear and the inability to do anything to protect himself.
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Lovely wanted to snark back that Ilian didn’t tell him a lot of things, but he didn’t like this creep’s tone, and Ilian looked pretty uncomfortable at the moment, so he inevitably decided against it.
He was definitely curious, though. This guy didn’t seem like the kind of person Ilian would normally hang around. Not that Ilian kept the best company, considering where he lived and what he got up to with the Negaverse, but the people he associated with were normally not so disreputable. Ilian was a decent kid stuck in a shitty situation. This guy looked anything but decent.
Lovely looked between the two, trying to determine how it was they knew one another, since neither of them seemed all that willing to explain. Ilian looked oddly pale, and the guy was being evasive in a seedy sort of way, which made Lovely assume whatever encounters the two of them had hadn’t been entirely positive. Lovely scrutinized the guy closely to make absolutely certain Ilian had never mentioned him, but he couldn’t see anything in him he was supposed to recognize.
Yet the guy clearly knew Ilian. He even knew when Ilian’s birthday was. And his comment about it made it seem important somehow. Like they did have memories together.
Given Ilian’s reaction, though, it didn’t seem like those memories were very good ones.
“I’m Leigh,” Lovely announced, trying to diffuse the situation by taking the attention away from Ilian and putting it on himself instead.
He put himself a little bit in front of Ilian and didn’t bother looking very friendly about it either.
“I’m going to assume you’re some friend of Soren’s?” he hazarded a wild guess. “Small world. It’d be nice for you guys to reminisce and all, but we don’t really have time to chat. We’re running a little late, so… I guess we’ll be seeing you around?”
Lovely turned away from him a bit and grabbed onto Ilian’s hand, staring at him closely to try and interpret the expression on his face. “We should get going, yeah?”
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Ilian could hear Lovely speaking, taking the attention away from him and putting it more on him. He felt guilty for it, because he didn’t want anyone getting involved with this guy, especially not for his sake. He nearly jumped when Lovely took hold of his hand, his eyes snapping open, looking up to make sure it had been Lovely and not the man smirking at the two of them.
He swallowed thickly and nodded, his face burning as he was sure Lovely could feel the way his hand shook in his. They should get going. They didn’t have to stay around and talk.
“Don’t leave now, not when I finally got to see you again, Ilian,” the man grinned, ignoring Lovely’s introduction and reaching out to place one of his hands on the top of Ilian’s head, pressing against his curly hair. “You’ve gotten taller. I remember when you were so little.”
“Don’t touch me,” Ilian heard himself snarl, his hand gripping onto Lovely’s and pulling him away from the man as his other arm quickly swatted at the hand on his head, stumbling backwards.
And the man just laughed, “Is that how you greet your old friend, Logan? We should get together some time and catch up. Look, even your boyfriend wants to see me again,” he gestured to Lovely’s comment about seeing him around.
His head was spinning. He didn’t want this man to follow them or find out where they lived. He caught Logan’s eyes glancing down to Ilian’s shirt, and he realized he was still wearing the shirt from work, with the logo of the burger joint on it. Ilian swallowed thickly, feeling trapped with nowhere to run.
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Lovely didn’t really get what was going on with this whole encounter, but it was starting to piss him off. For one thing, he didn’t particularly like being ignored; for another, this Logan person was coming off as a total creep. More than just your typical sleazy guy. His tone was full of the kind of gross affection shown by people who acted like they had your best interests at heart when they really only cared about what they got out of the situation. Ilian’s reactions weren’t helping matters at all. The whole thing was incredibly uncomfortable.
Letting go of Ilian’s hand, Lovely put himself between the two of them again, shoving Logan back when it seemed he might try to step too close again.
“Look, jackass, I don’t know who the ******** you are or what the ******** you think you’re doing, but you need to back the ******** up,” Lovely snapped. “I’m done with the polite bullshit. I don’t give a ******** what your history with Ilian is, but he obviously doesn’t give a s**t about catching up with you, so ******** off to wherever the ******** you were going before you decided to stick your ugly ******** face where it doesn’t belong.”
It’d be a lie to say Lovely wasn’t at least a little bit confused as to where this guy came from or what he had to do with Ilian, especially since it seemed as if he’d known Ilian when Ilian was a kid, but Lovely was far more annoyed than he was curious. And kind of grossed out, actually, because the guy was acting in a way that seemed particularly sketchy, and that coupled with Ilian’s obvious aversion made Lovely wonder exactly what this creep had done when Ilian was “so little.”
God, he was starting to imagine some really ******** up s**t and it made his stomach turn.
“And if I ever see you around again,” Lovely added, “I will personally wipe that smug a** grin off your face and make you wish you’d never decided to open your ******** mouth.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:57 am
”Hey, hey! No need to be like that. I was just saying hello, Leigh,” Logan lifted his hands and laughed, a sound that made Ilian’s stomach churn uncomfortably. He felt like he was going to be sick if he stayed around much longer. He couldn’t even take the time to fully appreciate the fact that Lovely had placed himself between him and Logan.
It wasn’t anything new; Lovely trying to look out for him and make sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble, but that was usually when he was powered up as Jet, not as a normal teenager. Lovely had no need to get involved in things like this, and yet he still was placing himself in uncomfortable situations for Ilian’s sake.
For some reason, Ilian couldn’t help but look at Lovely in surprise, and in slight awe, his chest tight for reasons other than the uncomfortable emotions he was already experiencing.
“Let’s just go,” he said, his voice cracking a little on the words he whispered to Lovely, reaching out to grab onto his shirt, trying to tug at him to turn around and get out of there with him. His hands were still shaking slightly, which he hated, but there were more important things than his pride. Like getting Lovely away from that man.
“You’ve really got a foul mouth, you know? But it’s awfully cute,” Logan laughed, reaching out to grab hold of Lovely’s chin, squeezing his cheeks between his fingers, clearly unfazed by the threat. “Maybe when you’re done with him, you’ll want to try a real man,” he added with a wink, and Ilian could feel his blood start to boil.
“Get your hands off him,” Ilian growled, lunging forward to try and grab at the man’s arm, trying to get him to let go, only for Ilian to find an arm around him, his back to Logan’s chest.
“I missed you too,” he heard the man laugh as the rest of the color drained from Ilian’s face, his hands clawing pointlessly at the man’s arm. His nails were always kept short to play the piano, so they weren’t very good for defense.
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Ew.
Ew.
That ******** up s**t Lovely was imagining was quickly becoming something ten times worse. The general creepiness coming off of Logan suddenly turned into some seriously bad vibes. Lovely’s stomach turned again, and his brain screamed at him to evacuate, abort, turn tail and run, just get the ******** out and never look back and pretend this s**t was not happening because it was seriously sick and wrong and he didn’t know if he was more traumatized or pissed off by the whole thing.
Since he didn’t deal with fear or trauma or discomfort very well, Lovely resorted to the anger as the next best thing. He yanked Ilian away from Logan with a bit more force than was probably strictly necessary, reared his arm back and launched his fist straight into Logan’s disgusting face.
Then, when Logan was off balance and busy trying to shake off the pain in his jaw, Lovely kicked him between the legs hard enough to drop him to the ground. And also hopefully do some decent damage. If there weren’t other people around and if Lovely didn’t want to get out of there as quickly as possible, he’d have liked to seriously ******** Logan’s s**t up. Just ******** pummel the guy to within an inch of his life, maybe power up and make good use of his dagger.
Instead, he grabbed Ilian by the arm and fled into the movie theater while Logan was in too much pain to watch where they were going. Lovely didn’t say anything at first, just grabbed his phone out of his pocket and pulled up their tickets to be scanned. It wasn’t until they’d made a hasty retreat down the hall where theater 11 was that Lovely finally let go, slowed down, and started freaking the ******** out.
“s**t, what the <********>?! ******** ******** <********>, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell??”
A 30-something mom leading her young child out of a nearby theater glared in their direction, but Lovely paid her absolutely no attention whatsoever.
“Who the ******** was that guy, and what the <********> was his deal?? s**t, I have never been so creeped out in my entire ******** life.”
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Before Ilian realized what was happening, Lovely was pulling him by the arm and dragging him away from the man whose touch was like poison to him. His eyes were wide with surprise as Lovely not only punched the guy, but kicked him as well, which was admittedly more than Ilian was able to do at the moment, too frozen to really think about how to escape.
His heart was pounding, and not just from running, coming to a stop when Lovely finally let go of his arm and started to curse and spit and would naturally want to know who the hell Logan was. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, and would rather comment on the fact that Lovely had just dragged him away from an awkward situation, so he must obviously care about him, right? That had to be the case.
Ilian lifted his arms to cross self consciously over his chest, his hands balled into fists as he hid them against his sides, and he glared down at the carpeted floor of the movie theater. If he’d had the choice, he would have never seen that man ever again.
He had no idea how to explain himself or what just happened, so he just didn’t respond. Instead, he averted his eyes and shuffled his feet, his hands that had been balled into fists were gripping to the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t even bother shrugging. He just waited for Lovely to calm down so they could just go and watch their movie.
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Lovely was so far beyond calmed down, and the fact that Ilian wasn’t saying anything only made things worse. Lovely was confused and angry and he wanted answers, but he was also conscious of the fact that Ilian was uncomfortable. Normally, Lovely would nag at Ilian and force him to talk. This time, he was keen enough to understand that it wasn’t really his place to force Ilian to talk to him about anything.
Which pissed him off. Lovely hated being confused. In that moment, he hated having a conscience even more.
He paced up at down the carpet a little bit, cursing quietly all the while, mumbling questions he knew weren’t going to be answered as a bunch of people passed by them on their way to and from theaters. Every once in awhile, Lovely would look up at Ilian in the hopes that Ilian would finally come to his senses enough to say something, but it didn’t seem as if Ilian had any such intention. Lovely was trying to be understanding. Trying. And failing pretty hard, because it wasn’t normally in his nature to be so patient with people.
Eventually, Lovely crouched down on the floor with an arm around his knees and a hand tangled in his hair. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into his knees in an attempt to keep himself from exploding. He wanted answers, but he didn’t want to push Ilian too far. Which was total bullshit, in Lovely’s opinion.
Why the hell should he care about pushing Ilian too far?
“Let’s just… go sit in the theater then,” he said, using every last ounce of self-control to reign in his temper. “Do you want a drink? Or something to snack on?”
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The hands gripping to his back made it obvious that Lovely was not satisfied with his response, but the fact that he had his arms wrapped around him at all, and in public none the less, made Ilian feel not alone. It happened occasionally; there would be someone who talked to him or comforted him or actually showed compassion to him and for a brief moment the loneliness would ebb.
He wondered if he should be surprised that his time spent with Lovely was helping him with that more than he realized it would, even if Lovely wasn’t the most comforting person or knew how to offer sympathy or condolences, Ilian couldn’t help but feel some of the loneliness eating away at him just… settle for a little while.
Soon, Lovely was pulling away and standing to his feet, refusing to look at him. Ilian glanced up at where Lovely stood for a few moments, before carefully rising to his feet as well. He couldn’t care less about the strange looks they were being given for embracing as they had in the middle of the movie theatre hallway, but he knew they should probably move out of the way before they both got trampled.
Part of him wondered if he should say something, if he should explain himself, but the words were bit back and remained deep inside of him, unwilling to surface.
So instead, he nodded his head and made to reach out and take Lovely’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze as he lead the way into the theatre.
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