Could care less (DSaf AU)

Mama Dave

Warning
Slight language
Mention of self harm
Bromance

No POV
It may have taken 20 minutes, but the two finally made it to Jack's house. Oddly without direction... He did notice this. "How do you know where my house is?" The smaller man asked, "I just do." The tall one replied, using an unsettling voice. Confused thoughts shot through Jack's mind when he saw that the purple man knew where his window with the broken lock was; The one just outside his bedroom. He said nothing, afraid to agitate Dave more. "How did you climb that while holding me?" The orange man said while very clearly confused, the other man shrugged his shoulders and plopped Jack on his bed. Mama Dave mode activated.

After searching every cabinet in the bathroom and kitchen, Dave found only one thing: A razor blade with stale blood. "Why does he have this?" He thought, examining the item. Turns out, a run in with their boss happened the day before. This triggered Jack, however, he had to re-use the bandages he already wore since he had ran out of clean ones. This infected the cuts, half of the orange's head ache came from that infection. Half of the reason that the woman hit him was due to that very same infection. The knowledge reached him before it could reach his friend and temporary caretaker, causing more void tears to stream down those freckled cheeks. The whole reason Scott would yell at him more the next day was because of his idiotic choice. The muffled sobbing could be heard by Dave so he quickly rushed to the orange man's side, calming him down. The question was blurted out before it could be stopped, "Old sport, did you cut recently?" Jack stopped blinking for a moment, thinking that his only friend would abandon him. He nodded slowly. It was purple guy's turn to stop blinking for a while.

Instead of leaving in disgust, Dave hugged the other broken man tightly. They both teared up in both happiness and sadness, bet you can tell which one was delighted. "Can I at least see how bad it is?" He asked, a mini voice crack at the start. Jack nodded again and unwrapped his arms. The cuts were long, deep and too close to veins that it made both of them squeamish. Inaudible mumbles passed the purple man's lips and tears played follow the leader. Dave had seen self harm, he did it himself way too many times before he met Henry and a few times after that fat bitch played with him, got bored then left him. He assured Jack that he would be back in ten minutes or less, he bought new bandages and painkillers. The two men wrapped it around the skinny orange arm then the owner of that arm took the medication, together they threw out the bloody razer blade, however, it would be the last time one of them touched something like that. At around 9:00 P.M, eight hours after they left the pizzeria and two after Jack's pain had almost fully gone away, Dave decided to ask. "Can I stay here a while? Got myself evicted from my last place." The orange man stared for a bit, then answered. "How could I say no? You've helped me overcome most of my depression plus took care of me for hours without breaks." After he finished that sentence, the mutant eggplant hugged the tangerine and thanked him.

575 words
Not as much as last time, but still high enough. My heart melted multiple times when I wrote this at 2/2/2021 (Damn that's a lot of twos)
Good morning, good evening or good night
-smxxth