"We can… we can go now, if you want… or you can go, I don't have to be there, I guess…" Rowan said softly.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
"Look- it's up to you, Ro, ultimately- but I think the sooner the better. Clearly this isn't doing- doing a- uh- a whole lot of good. For you." Damien responded, tugging at his shirt collar.
Rowan nodded and was silent for a few seconds. "Um… it… it should probably happen now, then… do you want to go alone or should I go with you?"
"I can go by myself." Damien took a breath. He couldn't help but think this was a bad idea- Rowan didn't seem to understand that Damien couldn't baby him forever. "I'll be right back."
Rowan nodded and fidgeted nervously in his seat while he waited for Damien to return. He had considered that one day, Damien would have to leave him alone, but he didn't like thinking about that. So he didn't.
Damien stood at the reception desk, waiting for the receptionist to notice him. He absentmindedly chewed on the silicone pendant around his neck, shifting from foot to foot.
She looked up after a minute and noticed him. "Sorry for the wait! What can I do for you, sir?" She asked.
"Uh- hey, yeah, uh- look- my friend? Rowan Griffin? I was wondering if I could- uh- I could-d.." Damien trailed off before his stuttering got worse, chewing on his necklace. "Uh- yeah, so I was wondering if I could check him out..? If that's okay?"
"Sure! You'll just have to do this paperwork. Is that okay?" She started pulling out a stack of papers for Damien to do.
Damien rolled the string of his necklace between his fingers. "Uh- yeah- it is. Yeah. What are all the forms?"
"Just legal stuff. Don't worry about it." She smiled softly and handed the stack to Damien. "You can bring those back to me when they're all filled out."
Damien flipped his fingers through the forms. "Uh.. yeah. Okay. I'll… be back in a few minutes." Damien wandered off, back to Rowan, barely looking up from the seemingly endless stack of paper.
"Do you want me to help you?" Rowan asked, still fidgeting nervously as he watched Damien filling out the paperwork.
"Nah, Ro, I got it. Thanks, though." Damien responded, not looking up. Frankly, if he had someone else trying to "help" him right now, he'd probably fly off the handle.
Rowan nodded and fell silent, staring blankly at the table while he continued his anxious fidgeting. He really didn't like being here.
It took him more time than he'd like to admit, maybe 10 minutes or so, but he had finally gotten the papers signed. Mostly. Damien sorted through, pulling out the ones that needed Rowan's signature as well and pushing them (along with the pen) towards him. "Sign where there's space, man."
Rowan snapped out of his daze and took a few seconds to realize what was being asked of him before nodding and picking up the pen. He quickly signed the papers and handed them back to Damien.
"Thanks." Damien slid the papers back onto the stack, getting up to take them back to the desk lady. He came up to her desk, holding the forms in plain view. "I- uh, I got these filled out? Like you asked."
"Wonderful!" She put them somewhere in her desk and started typing something quickly into her computer. "Alright! You're all set! Have a nice day!" She grinned and waved.
"Uh- yeah. Thanks. You too." He waved back, smaller than hers, going back to Rowan. "We can go now. I got all that bureaucratic shit done."
Rowan breathed a shaky sigh of relief and grabbed his crutches so he could follow Damien out. "Thank you Damien… thank you so much…"
(I’m so sorry about that gap! Some things in life took a fat nosedive, but I’m feeling better for the time being!)
“Yeah. No problem. You need help gettin’ out to the car?” Damien watched Rowan warily, not completely trusting him to keep upright.
(Np, glad you're doing better <33)
"Um… maybe…" Rowan continued trying to get there himself anyhow, though his arms were trembling from the strain. He was weaker now than when he was admitted.
(Aye, thanks <3)
Damien watched Rowan. He sighed, trying to support his friend so that he wouldn't fall. "No, man, you're gonna fall. Lemme help."
(<3)
"Alright, alright…" Rowan sighed and allowed Damien to assist him. "How are we getting back?" He asked.
"I'm drivin'. Don't worry about it." Damien used his free hand to gently ruffle Rowan's hair. "So.. uh- since my room is on the first floor, you can stay in there. I can set up a palette or something for you if you want."
"Mmkay…" Rowan got into the car when they reached it. "I'm still gonna be going to school, right?" He asked.
"I.. don't know. I think so? But your leg is fucked up, Ro." Damien sighed, buckling into the car and starting it up. He turned down the radio, fishing through the stations.
"I mean, yeah… but obviously I can't just stay home alone." Rowan sighed. "I'm hopeless… I'll just figure out school, I guess."
"I guess you can probably go? I dunno, you can walk, right?" Damien furrowed his brows in thought, finally finding his way out of the parking lot.