“You are NOT just tired. Sit down, Graye.” Jack said, pushing him into the chair. “What’s going on?”
Siblings one on one?
"Jack.." He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Look. I'm Telling You, I'm Fine."
“Graye, you’re shaking.” Jack said, pulling the boy’s hand down.
angr screming because it's just cute and i can't-
i lowkey ship them but i know it's not a siblingcest thing
Honestly, we can make them not brothers because I kind of ship it too.
yessss
ahhhh thank youuuuu
Ok…. so friends who moved in together after their parents died?
Yup.
Alright cool. Much better.
Woo! Let's Do This!
Yeah!
inhales okay so
Graye gently cupped Jack's cheek, an odd look in his eyes. "Jack.."
“Graye, come on. Go to bed, you’re sick. I’ll skip work.” Jack said, oblivious as ever. (Oh, And just so you know, nothing sexual. I’m not sure I already said that)
Wasn't Planning On It.))
"You- You Don't Have To Do That For Me.."
(Ok, sorry. Just double checking.)
Is smooch okay?))
“It’s just one day’s pay, Graye. I’ll be alright.” Jack got up and dig through the cabinet, finding a bottle of ibuprofen. “Take one of these.” He said, filling a cup with water and giving to Graye, along with the pill.
"W-Wait- Jack-"
“What?” Jack asked.
Graye inhaled shakily, then pulled him into a tight hug.
Jack hugged back. “Come on. Take the pill and go to bed.”
He pressed his lips to Jack's forehead, unwilling to let go.
(aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
(Eeeeeeee!)
“Graye, come on. You’re sick.”
"I'm Not Sick, Jack. I'm Better Than I've Been In A Long Time.."
“Graye, come on. You standing up for this long can’t possibly be healthy….”
"I Love You.." He murmured softly.
Jack stiffened, but then relaxed. “I love you, too, Graye. Can you go to bed now?”
Graye sighed, dropping into a sit with Jack still in his arms. "You Should Still Go To Work.."
“No, I think I’ll stay home today.”