"You're such a good boiiii." Rowan scratched behind Milo's ears, making the dog whine happily.
I told him
He seems happy
Rowan sighed and stared at the pictures Damien had sent him, trying to ignore the strange feelings that arose when he did.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
he earned it
Damien could feel his cheeks blush at least a little but when he looked at the pictures. He knew this feeling all too well, and it sucked- it was a classic. He always joked about falling for a straight guy but now that he did, god, it wasn’t that funny anymore.
Yeah
My leg hurts
Rowan pulled Milo closer and kept petting him, searching for comfort. His parents were either not home or were ignoring him at the moment.
shit bro im sorry
do u want some space rn or do you mind if i come over
He sat up, running his fingers through his hair.
You can come over if you want
I'm home alone babe ;)
I think so, anyways
Rowan sighed softly, feeling hopelessly lonely even though he knew Damien was coming to visit him.
;;))
idk i dont really think ur parents even notice when im there anyway
Damien stood up, kissing Ginger goodbye on the top of her fuzzy head. He slipped his shoes back on, heading out the door as he let his parents know where he was going.
omw
They don't notice when I'm here either
Or when I break my fuckin leg
Rowan stroked Milo's side again, trying to make himself feel better. Damien will help…
See u soon babe <3333
<3
Damien didn’t bother knocking. It was something that he did with most of his friends, given that he spent so much time at other people’s houses. He didn’t check if Rowan’s parents were there, he just went to his friend’s room. “Honey, I’m home!” Damien slipped into Rowan’s room.
"Hey, Damien…" Rowan looked up from the bed. Milo barked softly, but didn't leave Rowan's side. "How's it going?" He asked.
“Eh. You?” Damien sat down on the bed next to him, lightly petting Milo’s fluffy neck.
"Pretty shit… not having the pain drugs in my system is taking a toll on me…" Rowan huddled a little closer to Milo, sighing softly.
“God, yeah, I forgot about that.” Damien grimaced. “Least you got Milo here to keep you company.” He laughed softly, trying to think of ways to break the tension.
"Mhmm. I think he knows I feel like shit and he wants to stick around." Rowan smiled weakly and pet Milo again. "Thanks for coming to visit me."
“It’s nothin’, man. I think it’s good for both of us, y’know?” Damien shrugged. “Plus, I felt kinda bad about being kinda pissy in the car ride back, sorry about that.”
"It's fine… don't worry about it. I was just worried I'd upset you or something." Rowan wad quiet for a few seconds. "Wanna watch a movie?"
“Well, you didn’t, so you don’t gotta worry about that.” Damien cocked his head at the question. “Uhh- yeah, sure! What’re you thinkin’ we watch?”
"Pretty much anything is fine with me." Rowan swung his legs over the side of his bed and grabbed his crutches, heaving himself up with some difficulty.
“..Damn, same here- do you need help?” Damien watched Rowan move with a little concern, still worried about his fall that morning.
"Maybe… I think I'm okay right now, I'm just worried about the stairs." Rowan sighed and slowly made his way towards the door, Milo following him and whining worriedly.
“Sure. If you do need any help, though, I can try.” Damien offered, patting Milo on the head as they both trailed behind Rowan.
Rowan nodded and very slowly went down a couple steps before one of his crutches slipped. He fell, thankfully backwards and not forwards, and groaned in pain as the offending crutch clattered down the wooden staircase and finally landed at the bottom.
Damien flinched at the sound of the slipping crutch, but quickly hustled forward to meet Rowan on the stairs. “Oh, fuck, Ro- did you hit your head? Are you okay?” He tried to help him the best he could, but wasn’t sure if helping him up was the smartest idea right now.
"Y-Yeah, I… I'm fine, just gimme a sec…" Rowan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to get the spinning and nausea to go away. "M'head is all fucky…" He mumbled.
“Figures.. geez, you fell hard.” Damien had a hand on his own heart, trying to get it to slow down. “Lemme know when you’re ready to get up, okay?”
"I don't think it's smart for me to stand on the stairs again… I think I'll just…" He slowly moved himself down a step, supporting himself with his arms. His head was still fucking with him, but he couldn't just stay on the stairs forever.
“Oh, shit, true.” Damien watched Rowan move, his arm gently blocking Milo from going down the stairs further in case he accidentally knocked into or bumped Rowan. The other arm, on the other hand, was used to pet the dog in an attempt to placate him. “That’s.. a smart idea.”
Milo was still whining and pacing anxiously, clearly not liking to watch Rowan suffer like this. After several minutes, Rowan eventually made it to the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the wall, exhausted. "I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight…"
“..Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably the best idea- hey, do you think it’s okay if I let Milo go?” Damien beckoned with his head to the anxious dog. “Do you think he’ll be okay coming down the stairs?”
"Yeah, c'mere, Mi." Rowan whistled weakly and Milo came running, immediately laying beside Rowan and placing his head in the boy's lap to comfort him, still whining quietly. "I'm okay, bud. I'm fine." Rowan said softly, carding his fingers through Milo's fur.
Damien followed carefully after, minding the handrail and watching where he stepped. He sat on the step above Rowan, tugging on the collar of his shirt. He watched Milo and Rowan, his heart fluttering a little in his chest- which he cursed himself for. It was an awful time for that.