Tainted. Timothée Chalamet

010

tequila swigs and bloodied rags

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Arlo

Panic seemed to be the first thing that came to my mind as I pulled Timothée away from the dance floor. The cold tequila bottle was gripped tightly in my hand whereas the other one was laced in his warm fingers. I didn't want to look back and see the violent reminder on his face at what had just happened so I only looked forward and navigated the both of us through the crowded bar.

I dragged Timothée into the bathroom and forced him to sit on the cabinet next to the sink. He didn't seem to hesitate and that only means he either trusts me or has a pretty bad concussion. I was hoping it was the second option as i barely knew him and trust wasn't something i equally handed out to people.

I pushed the bottle into his hand and he happily unscrewed the lid and took a swig. He hissed at its taste as it ran down his throat. I grabbed a small pile of paper towels and wet them. He watched me with curiosity and I found it funny as I was about to put him through more pain.

I moved the wet paper to the small slit on his eyebrow and dabbed at the continuous flow of blood. He hissed again and I smiled sympathetically at him. I dabbed again and his hand flew up and gripped my arm.

"Um- sorry." He said in a panicked voice. I laughed a little and moved closer to focus on the cut. The bruise that was quickly developing was already a light purple colour with hints of green and i knew it was going to hurt more tomorrow for him. I stood in between his legs wiping off the dried blood as he continued drinking the bitter alcohol. "Are you okay?" The question was not something i necessarily wanted to answer. So I smiled weakly at him.

His hand reached up and grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his face. I looked into his eyes that pleaded for me to open up.

"You might need stitches, you know?" I said to try and change the subject. He stayed silent and stared at me. I squirmed under the eye contact and moved away to dumb the bloodied paper into the bin.

"I'm sorry." He croaked out. I swung around and looked at him in confusion. He didn't really have to say sorry seeing as though he's the one that ended up on the floor.

"I could've handled it." I said bluntly. He didn't take offence and instead just smiled at me.

"Yeah I think I know that now." I shook my head at him out of amusement and made my way back in between his legs.

"I'm sorry that you got punched." He laughed a little but it was quickly cut short as I pushed the wet paper against his swollen cut. His hand instinctively gripped the closet thing to him. Fortunately for him that happened to be the back of my thigh. I looked at him with a grin on my face while he looked completely embarrassed. He didn't bother to move his hand when I put pressure on the cut again.

With each dab his hand pulled me closer and closer until we were practically chest to chest. Once I was done I dumped all the mess into the bin and took the bottle out of his hand. He begrudgingly let me take the bottle and our hands touched for a brief moment. A smile instantly lit up his face and I stared deeply at his eyes as I brought the bottle to my mouth.

"You need to put some ice on that." I said as I pointed directly to his eyebrow. He nodded his head and I took another swig of the bitter venom. The heat built up in my stomach with each sip and i felt myself become lighter and lighter.

"let's go." I said to break the silence. I held my hand out to him and the smile on his face somehow got wider.

He didn't question where we were going and happily placed his hand in mine again. A sense of doubt popped into my head at how trusting he was of me and that worried me.

You see, he was probably the last person in the world i should ever be seen with if I wanted to keep my privacy, yet his trust in me intrigued me.

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