Troublemakers!Benchtrio AU

Chapter 6.5

  This is just Floris and Rylan's full talk. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to include the full conversation later on in my story, so I put it here for some context. It's very short. 

  Video is an audio edit by nxphilimaudios of the song I'm a Mess by Bebe Rexha. Pic is a cover for the I Can't Handle Change of Ranboo by Vita.

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  Trigger Warning(s): unsafe binding, mentions of taking unprescribed pills, implied death

  *note* As I edited last chapter, Fundy's name is meant to be Floris, and I totally space that when writing this the couple of times. Apologies, his name is now changed. 

  Rylan's POV (duh): 

  As I stood up, picking up my empty foam cup and wrappers, Floris stopped me from leaving. 

  I gave him a curious look. 

  "May I have a word?" he asked. 

  I blinked, caught off guard. I glanced at Tommy and Toby in uncertainty. They held a silent conversation of their own for maybe two seconds, then Toby nodded at me. They both sent me a smile and then vanished outside the doors. 

  I swallowed hard, wondering what he wanted to ask me. Did I need to start taking anxiety pills like Tommy? I had no clue, but I couldn't help but feel nervous. 

  He drew me to the side and made sure no one was listening before taking me by the shoulders. My breath caught, and for a moment we just stared at each other.

  "Rylan," he said, dead serious, "you're trans, correct." 

  How did he know? "Um, uh- yeah?"

  He placed a hand on my ribs and I gasped, wincing away. "Why haven't you taken off your binder?" he asked me. 

  I pulled away from him, cautiously massaging his chest. "I-I forgot," I stuttered. "Last night was-was a bit long." 

  Floris still looked completely serious. "Rylan, that stuff can kill you. I don't want to see another young teenager go that way." 

  There are other things that are more likely to kill me first. I bit my lip, wondering if I should say sorry, or something else. 

  Floris sighed, then pulled a pen from his pocket and held out a hand. Confused, I just kinda stared at his proffered hand. "Your arm," he said.

  After a moment's hesitation, I gave him my arm. He scrawled something on it, and then tucked the pen into his pocket again. "Give me a call sometime," he said. I glanced at my arm. It was indeed a number. 

  Trying to give me an encouraging smile, he jerked his head at the door. "Should we join them?"

  I gave a weak smile, still feeling extremely confused. "Yeah." I put my mask and sunglasses back on before we left the building. 

  As I said, very short.