"Maybe…" Rowan's stomach growled angrily and he clung a bit tighter to Damien. "Why's everything gotta suck so much?"
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Keeps ya humble.” He said simply. It sounded like the type of advice your uncle would give, but.. it worked, almost. “Tell me if you need me to get anything, ‘kay?”
Rowan whined and nodded in reply, keeping his eyes closed. Milo was pacing around the two of them, whimpering anxiously.
“Just keep breathing. It’s okay..” Damien kept a hand on Rowan’s back as he looked over at Milo. He removed his hand from Ro’s hair to pat the ground lightly before returning it. “C’mere, Mi… It’s alright, buddy.”
Milo came over to Damien's side and lay down, still whining. Rowan shakily reached out one hand to pet him, which seemed to help calm the both of them down a bit.
Damien slipped his fingers through Rowan’s hair, pushing it away from his face and back. “Are you comfortable, at least?”
Rowan nodded, burying his face in Damien's shoulder. "Other than all the fuckin pain, yeah. Pretty comfy."
“Fuckin’.. yeah. At least’cha got that, then.” Damien rested his chin in the curve of Rowan’s neck.
"Mhmm… I think the world hates me…" Rowan said quietly, sighing a bit. Milo pushed his head up into Rowan's hand.
“It always feels like it.” Damien could relate to that feeling all too well. “I promise, though- you get yourself a support system, and it all works out just fine.”
"Mmmm… why can't the world just be nice?" He asked weakly. "What did I ever do to it?" He sighed again.
Damien took a tiny breath, trying to figure out what to say. “I dunno. you didn’t do jack shit, but sometimes the world is just..” He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Bad?”
"Fuck the world…" Rowan mumbled. "Big ass piece of shit, that's what it is…" He huffed and adjusted his position to be more comfortable.
“Damn straight.” Damien laughed. “Couldn’ta said it better myself.” He held Rowan against himself, getting increasingly frustrated with the feeling of pure want in his heart. This was an awful time to feel that way.
"Mhmm…" Rowan seemed to slowly be beginning to relax, comforted by Damien's warmth and closeness. He wouldn't be comfortable doing this with any of the other guys, so why Damien?
Damien hummed softly. He wasn’t good- singing was never really his thing- but the song was nice enough and the intent was there, so it wasn’t all too awful.
Rowan relaxed a bit more and sighed. "I'm sorry you had to come over here to deal with my sorry ass…" He said softly.
“Don’t worry about it. I was gonna end up coming over anyway, so it’s better I’m here now.” He patted Rowan’s hair, ruffling it more than he meant to.
Rowan nodded and closed his eyes again. "Y-Yeah… I legit think something's up with me, though. Like, mentally. I shouldn't be so fucked up from just being left alone for a couple of hours."
“I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised, y’know. You should probably check into seein’ a therapist or somethin’- it actually helps, man.” He reached to pet Milo’s scruff.
"Mmm… I can't afford therapy. I'll just drown my sorrows in ice cream like everyone else." Rowan laughed weakly.
“I can help you get a job, man.” Damien sighed. “But tryna cover all this shit up is just ginna be painful as hell ‘n make everything worse.”
"Yeah… I might be able to afford to go like, once?? That could be enough to at least tell me why I'm fucky and Google can help me from there."
“One’s better’n none, I guess. I’ll send you my therapist’s email ‘n shit, she’s cool. Not that expensive either.”
Rowan nodded. "Cool, thanks." He sighed softly. "How do you like… talk to a therapist?" He asked.
“I.. don’t know, sorry.” Damien laughed. “Theres no real set way to, I guess.. usually my therapist just sorta asks me how life is, ‘n I fill her in on everything..? It’s casual.”
Rowan nodded again. "I'll have to get a whole lot of talking out in that one session." He laughed a bit. "Gotta make the most of it… How do I book an appointment?"
“I’ll send you the number to her office. I dunno when she’s free, evenings and weekends are usually pretty fuckin’ slammed, I think, but she can probably wiggle you in.”
"Mm… maybe I can go tomorrow morning then if she's available. I'm not gonna go to school. Just text me her number, will you?" He asked.
“Sure.” Damien dug for his phone, pulling up his contact for her and sending it to Rowan. “Just call her Katie. She doesn’t like to be called by her last name.”