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unEDITED AS HELL
The older man wakes up first, his legs comfortable as some point in the middle of the night he uncrossed his legs, giving him the strange urge to thank his asleep self. Honestly, he doesn’t wanna move Thomas, as he looks at his watch realizing that it’s only 9am. He looks so cute, with his brown hair covering parts of his face, even sticking up in some places, or his porcelain skin. “Thomas.” James whispers softly, shaking the boy awake. “Unless you’re cute fuck off.” The boy in his lap mumbles, rolling over. “I may meet the criteria for that, I have no clue. Could you elaborate the criteria?” He teases, making Thomas sit up with a rosy blush.
“Shut up.” The boy mumbles awkwardly, smiling slightly. “I give you 30 reasons to live, first one is today, we’re going to get you new clothes, I’m paying don’t worry.”
“Hold up I’m getting new clothes?”
“Oh hell yes.” James exclaims, catching Thomas off guard.
James gets up, with Thomas behind, as they go to the kitchen, James passing Thomas a granola bar, which he promptly refuses, as if on command. James doesn’t forget about that mind you, as he shovels down a granola bar, making his way to the closet. “Alright, t-shirt and skinny jeans?” James asks Thomas, maybe hoping he could find some that actually fit him. James passes Thomas some clothes which he takes to the bathroom to change into while James looks for some clothes. He stumbles across a pair of black skinny jeans, with a blue button up.
Thomas walks in right while James is finishing buttoning up his shirt, a slight blush creeping across Thomas’s face because, damn James’s got abbs. “We’re getting you new clothes, your style, and I’m getting you a psychiatrist.” James finishes, bringing Thomas’s smile to a frown, which James promptly ignores. As Thomas turns his head, he feels a strong arm against his weak one, “Thomas, you need it.” James whispers calmingly, despite that they are the only people in the apartment.
Although he takes a moment to appreciate James’s arm, it’s comforting in a very weird way? Probably the muscles that make him feel safe but still, woah he’s off topic. As James begins to drag him to the car, he tries to keep up with the man’s long strides, obviously he works out. They get to the car, a simple black one, seems like James, as they both get in. “Why are we getting me new clothes?” Thomas questions hesitantly, in all honesty afraid the rug will be pulled out from under him.
“You don’t fit in mine, and you’d look better with your own clothes, and a fresh start,” James explains, looking behind as he pulls out the car, “also I feel like wearing all black wasn’t always your style.” That’s when Thomas goes pink, because honestly it wasn’t. A long long time ago, Thomas wore pastel clothing, anything from light blue skinny jeans, to pink shirts, hell sometimes even skirts.
“How did you-”
“I’m a psychiatrist, I pick up on things quickly.” James sighs, as they near a store. “What a shock you saved me.” Thomas sighs, his heart sinking a bit. It is his job, don’t feel special. “Thomas I think you fail to understand a lot about me, then again I haven’t told you much, but you’ll find out in due time.” James explains, catching glances at Thomas at every moment.
As they pull into the store, it doesn’t take long before Thomas is bolting into the store, James keeping up with him, while they go towards the clothes. That’s when Thomas doesn’t really know what do to. “Buy whatever makes you comfortable.” James whispers softly into his ear, making his skin filled with goosebumps, with the warm breath. As they walk through the men’s section, Thomas sees what he would pick out, but he wants to take James advice. So he walks over to the button ups, picking out a light pink one, a light green one, hell even a light blue one. “So you’re a pastel kinda guy?” James smiles, creating an aurora of safety. “Yea.” Thomas mumbles, as they continue the shopping spree.
You can’t hide from depression forever.
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• POV James•
*Two Weeks Later*
Thomas hasn’t gotten out of bed in two days. Not to eat, or anything, just maybe to go to the bathroom, then he crawls back into bed. The downside is, that it’s my bed, plus side, I can watch him easier. I haven’t talked to him, he usually tells me to go away, but I know he doesn’t mean it. I’ve left him only to go to work, other times I’m there in the room, pretending to work, or just anything. As I make up an excuse, I walk into my room, which starts to smell slightly, but I don’t care honestly.
There, in the middle of my bed, is a heap of blankets, the feeling of sadness just radiating off of them. “Thomas, come on.” I mumble reassuringly, sliding into bed beside him. Pulling the blankets back, he looks lifeless, more so than usual. “Hey Thomas, lets get you in the shower, then new clothes, alright.” I explain, as cradle him into my arms, carrying him to the bathtub. Running warm water, I help him get undressed, laying him in the bathtub, hoping this will help.
It never helped my mother, but a guy can dream. “You want me to leave or anything?” I question, his facial expression is blank, so really can’t read him. “Stay.” He croaks out, causing my heart to shatter into pieces. We sit in silence, till I grab a towel for him, as he gets out of the tub. He walks sluggishly to my room, collapsing onto my bed, as I let a sigh escape my lips. I grab a pair of his sweatpants, and a hoodie, putting them on him awkwardly, but easily, because he’s really fricking light.
I grab a water bottle, he downs it quickly, then goes back to his curled up state. Great. “Thomas I’ll be back, call if you need an-”
“Stay.”
“Thomas, what?”
“James, please just stay.”
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