"Cool… elevator time it is, then." Rowan managed to get himself out into the hall and into the elevator that could take them to the ground floor. "Could you press the button?"
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Sure can.” Damien complied, pressing the button for the main floor and waiting for the elevator to take them down. “You finally get the hang of those crutches?”
"Not really, but I can kinda get around now. I'll probably get used to it." Rowan left the elevator when it stopped and waited for Damien to open the door before heading outside. "Hi, Mr. Caruso."
(i’m probably gonna hit the hay soon, just letting you know! gn in advance!)
Damien nodded, following Rowan outside to meet up with his dad.
“Morning, boys! Damien, Rowan- how’s your leg doing?” Damien’s dad asked, going ahead and opening the door for Rowan to get in the car. “Donny here said you had a nasty fall!” He patted Damien’s head.
(Alrighty <3)
"Hurts pretty bad… Thanks for asking. And thanks for coming to pick us up." Rowan managed to get into the car with some difficulty and buckled himself in, sighing softly.
“It’s nothing! I drive by here on my way back from the airport anyways, so I figured I could at least swing by and pick you two up.” Damien’s dad laughed, checking to make sure that everyone was buckled before leaving. Damien hadn’t said much besides a quick ‘hello’ when his dad arrived.
Rowan looked over at Damien, trying to figure out why he was being so quiet. He figured he'd ask later. "Are we going to my house or yours, sir?"
“I figured we could drop you off at your house on our way back home. Does that sound good?” Damien’s dad asked as they came to a red light.
"Yeah, that's fine… thanks." Rowan looked over at Damien again and mouthed 'you good?' to him, still a bit concerned.
Damien nodded wordlessly, finally having tugged his jacket back on. He adjusted the sleeve cuffs as he gave Rowan a tight smile.
Rowan didn't seem convinced, but they'd stopped at his house before he could question Damien further. "Thanks for taking me home, Mr. Caruso." He pushed open the door and managed to get out without falling over.
“No problem, Rowan! Do you need help getting to the door, or do you think you can handle it?” He turned around, ready to tell Damien to get out of the car and help Rowan out. The other boy was already halfway unbuckled, just in case.
"Um… I think I can manage, but thanks anyways. Bye." Rowan made it to the door and balanced himself on one foot as he opened it. Once he'd succeeded at that, he waved and headed inside.
Damien returned the wave, as they drove off. Luckily their houses weren’t too far apart- same neighborhood, just a few streets apart. As soon as they got home, Damien headed straight up to his room and crashed on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
What's wrong?
Rowan sent the text to Damien once he managed to get to his own room and sighed softly.
You seemed upset about something in the car.
i’m fine lmao
Damien tugged on his jacket sleeves.
just thinkin ig
About what?
Rowan's dog, Milo, hopped onto the bed to cuddle up with him and make him feel better. Rowan took a selfie with the dog and texted it to Damien.
idk just stuff? things been kinda rough ngl
lots goin on
Damien blinked at the selfie, getting a strange tightness in his chest that he couldn’t fully explain.
damn i love milo
Yeah, Milo's great.
What's goin on?
Rowan curled himself around the precious doggo, running his fingers through Milo's soft fur.
idk my mom just kinda said some upsetting shit a couple days ago and its been fucking me up
Damien found himself looking back at the selfie. Somehow, it made him feel just a little better.
What did she say?
Do you want more dog pictures to make you feel better?
That was about the best Rowan could do considering how shit he was at comforting people. He took a few more pictures of himself with Milo just in case.
yea man
idk wtf is in those pics but man those help
Damien was curled up on top of his sheets, trying to figure out how to put all of this without making himself feel any shittier.
just weird offhand dysphoria inducing shit
idk i might just be being weird abt it
You're not being weird about it Damien.
Rowan sent a couple of the better pictures, one of which he had his cheek pressed up against Milo's with a peace sign held in front of their faces.
That's a dick move on her part.
What did she say?
If you don't wanna talk about it that's fine
oh my cat just came in if u wanna see her
He scooped up Ginger, one of the sleekest cats he’d ever seen, setting her down on his gut.
yea lmao she just keeps sending me like? dresses and skirts and shit and keeps telling me how pretty id look
He scratched under Ginger’s chin as he texted.
sends me a ton of shit meant 4 girls
Wow
Why would she do that?? Like, that's absolutely a dick move
I don't blame you for being upset
Rowan hugged Milo a bit tighter as he texted, his heart aching for Damien.
And ofc I wanna see Ginger
yea its gross
anyway heres the gal tho
He sent Rowan a picture of him and Ginger, though the cat was halfway through getting up at the time, meaning the picture was blurry and looked more than a little cursed.
shit she wont sit still
Rowan chuckled softly, admiring the blurry, cursed picture.
You and I should go shopping sometime
Get you some thicc hoodies so I can steal them from you
hell yea boii
Damien finally managed to wrangle Ginger back into a hug, sending Rowan another selfie- this one was still kind of blurry, but Damien was giving the camera a thumbs up and Ginger was just about ready to bite it off.
i got a better picture but she might kill me
Aww bby
Milo would never bite me
Rowan sent Damien another picture of himself cuddling with Milo.
He's makin me feel better
yea but thats bc milo is an angel and ginger wants me dead
He grinned at the photo, tugging one of his blankets over himself and the cat. She was surprisingly alright with this.
can u tell him hes a good boy 4 me