One on One with @Starry

"Do you want me to carry you?" He asked, holding his a bit tighter.

"I'm good.." he said, looking up at him with a weak, clearly forced smile.

"Skye… you are clearly not." He said softly, picking him up.

Skye huffed quietly, more out of pride than anythjng, his ego being shattered more and more by the second.

"Come on, it's not far." He said, starting to walk.

Skye nodded, burying his face in the other's shoulder.

He walked along, glaring at the few people who gave them weird looks.

Skye whimpered when one guy started calling out profanities, pressing closer to Micheal.

Micheal glared. "And what's it to you!" He yelled, making a few people look at the guy.

Skye wanted to disappear. He hated being helpless.

Micheal adjusted his grip to flip the guy off, one hundred fucking percent ready to fight him as he walked away.

Skye held on when the other adjusted his grip, pressing closer so as not to fall.

He held him again, stomping off. "Piece of shit…"

Skye looked up at him, exhausted, both physically and emotionally, in pain, and still half starved.

(SIGH)