That'd be good, yeah
I've got the empty feelin again
the one I told you I get when I'm alone for a while
Rowan sighed again and curled up into a tight ball.
and I'm super antsy for no reason
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
can u video chat??
if u think that would help?
He offered, honestly just dying for more human contact. He curled right back up to his pillows.
I can video chat, yeah
if you're chill with it ofc
Rowan opened up FaceTime just in case.
if i wasnt i wouldnta asked
Damien went ahead and called him, rubbing his eyes while he waited for the other to pick up.
Rowan picked up immediately. He was still curled up in his tight ball and seemed to be trembling slightly. "H-Hey, Damien…"
“Hey.” Damien sat up, his hair sticking up in a way that only bedhead could. He noticed the slight tremors, his expression falling. “You alright, man?”
"Yeah, I'm… I'm kinda in a bad headspace right now, I think. I'm feeling all paranoid and anxious for some reason…" Rowan hugged Milo for comfort, drawing in a few wavering breaths. "This isn't normal, right? For a guy my age to get all spooked by being alone like this?"
“I’ll be honest, man, I don’t really know what’s normal anymore.” Damien admitted, crunching his knees up so that he could prop up his phone without his hands. “Do you need me to come over there?”
"Um… I-I dunno… I mean, it'd be great if you could, but I don't wanna pressure you or anything…" Milo whined softly and licked Rowan's cheek, trying to get him to calm down.
“Hey, Ro, listen. You aren’t pressuring me. Don’t feel like that, man.” Damien voice was soft and gentle, trying to calm Rowan down as well. “‘Kay? You know me, man. If I felt weird about it I’d tell ya.”
Rowan nodded, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "I-I don't want your parents to get mad at you, though… I just gotta stop being a wuss…"
“I really don’t give a fuck about my parents right now.” Damien laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Here’s the thing: I think we’re both feeling lonely as fuck right now and it’s fucking with us, y’know?”
"Mhmm…" Rowan kept his eyes closed and kept up his controlled breathing. "I-I think there's something wrong with me, Damien. There's no way this is a thing normal people do."
“Do you think you’re having an anxiety attack?” Damien probed softly, trying to either get Rowan to focus on him or at least get more information. “How do you feel?”
"Maybe?? My heart's all fucky and it's kinda hard to breathe… having Milo here helps some but I still don't feel great…" Rowan sighed shakily. "And I'm kinda nauseous, but that could just be the concussion."
“..That sounds about right. Take some deep breaths, okay? Breathe in through your nose- hold that for three seconds. Exhale slowly through your mouth. You’ll be okay, I promise.” Damien guided, getting up to slip on a pair of slides. “I’m gonna come over, okay?”
"Mmkay…" Rowan obeyed Damien's instructions, the soft sound of his breathing barely audible over the phone. Milo kept whimpering and nuzzling against Rowan in an attempt to help.
“I’m gonna keep you on call until I get there, okay? Gimme a sec to get outside.” Damien muted his end of the call when he opened his door and came downstairs, making sure that Ro couldn’t hear the commotion. He slipped out the back door and hopped his fence, unmuting the call once he had gotten down.
Rowan nodded. His eyes were still closed, so he didn't notice Damien hopping his fence or anything. "When are you gonna get here…?" He asked quietly.
“I just left my house, so.. two minutes? Four, tops.” Damien walked down the street, ignoring the looks from the neighborhood kids at his rather.. unkempt appearance. “You think you’ll be okay until then?”
"Um… y-yeah, I think so." Milo was laying on top of Rowan by now, still whining anxiously. "M'alright, Mi… Damien's comin'…" Rowan mumbled to the dog.
“Okay. Uh- I’m at your door, so I’m gonna hang up, okay? Don’t freak out when you hear the door open, it’s just me.”
"Mmkay…" Rowan put his phone down and curled up tighter. Even with Damien's warning, he couldn't help but jump a bit when the door was opened.
“It’s just me, Ro!” Damien called, walking into the living room where he assumed Rowan still was. “Are you okay, buddy?” His voice was softer than when he had come in, trying to get an answer rather than announce his presence.
"Mmm… kinda…" Rowan replied, not bothering to uncurl himself. "M'heart is still fucky and I don't like it…"
“I get it. These things suck, but they’ll pass, okay? It’s not forever.” He crouched down beside Rowan, gently raking his fingers through his hair.
Rowan slid off the couch and crawled into Damien's lap, clinging to him tightly for comfort. "Why's this keep happening to me…?"
“I can’t say, Ro. Just know that it’ll turn out okay eventually.” Damien mumbled, holding Ro and continuing to pet his hair. “Do you have an idea of what’s causin’ this one?”
"I dunno… maybe too many emotions at once? And the whole being incompetent thing is kinda stressing me out a lot…" Rowan huddled a bit closer to Damien. "I'm starving… I've just been throwing up on and off and I can't make any food for myself in this state."
“I bet..” Damien leaned back against the couch. “Can you keep down something like saltines? Normally that’s about all I can stomach when I’m sick. Just that and water.”