Red, White & Royal Blue Stories

• Hospital Visits • Henry § Alex § Romeo •

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐

I don't want Moreau to instantly move in with Henry and Alex as I want to try and make it as realistic as possible.

The next part will be a continuation to this one.

Trigger warning: Sickness - throwing up

• ———— •

"He's worried again" Henry murmured close to Alex's ear, subtly gesturing over to their son who was idly grazing past the snack table, his expression blank, mind elsewhere. Alex looked and sighed, gently sipping his champagne.

"Aren't you?"

Henry frowned, "are you?"

Alex shifted, "I... a bit" he conceded, "not that I care for his boyfriend much"

Henry rolled his eyes, smiling at an older couple who passed him by. He, Alex and Romeo were flown out of New York for a few days to an art gallery opening in Washington, the only reason Romeo came was to get out of school, however he looks as if he wishes he could be back home.

The night before their flight Romeo had wandered into the kitchen, asking if Moreau could come over. They always said yes (regardless if he asked Henry or Alex, though often he preferred to ask Henry so Alex had no idea, resulting in a humorous response from him), but this time Romeo was too worried to think about that.

It wasn't too late, eight thirty, and they were just about to order pizza. The timing wasn't the unusual part; it was the fact that Romeo looked nervous.

Apparently, Moreau seemed a bit... desperate in his texts. They instantly agreed and not even five minutes later he was ringing their screeching doorbell.

He looked fine, he acted normal, all smiles and witty back-and-fourths with Alex, but he had an air to him, something a bit tense, unfamiliar to his character.

It was when the food came that it all slotted into place.

They all had their own pizza, Romeo with pineapple and ham, Alex and a meat feast, Henry and his broccoli and cheese. (He always insists it tastes great, it doesn't lessen the bullying he receives for it though. Romeo isn't too bothered by it, it usually cancels out any comments he gets about his pineapple).

Moreau ordered a simple pepperoni and when he opened his box, he picked up a slice and pushed half of it directly into his mouth, biting down, chewing thrice before he shoved the rest in up to the crust.

Normally, he left the crust. Not that Romeo's seen Moreau eat pizza much, but he knew he didn't eat the crust. This time, he ate the entire thing, quickly too, which was the worrying part. He scoffed it down like a dog, as if he had been starved for weeks and this was his first touch of food.

Romeo kept nervously looking at his parents who caught on immediately. It wasn't hard to notice.

They made light comments here and there but Moreau didn't give any context to his situation, so they unwillingly dropped it.

Moreau left later that same evening, which was the worst part of it.

Romeo hadn't gotten the situation off of his mind even if Moreau assured him over text everything was fine. He was moping in his worries and could barely smile whenever someone came up to him.

"Something must be going on at home" Henry suggested quietly, lips brushing the edge of his glass to prevent anyone from possibly lip reading at a distance.