Boy In Blue [ bxb cglre / agere ]

MY BOY - chp 6

Alrighty here we go. This one is a bit longer since I want to resolve some things, and I assure you that more is coming. Bear with me, the fluff is coming around soon. >:3
I also cannot, for the life of me, write dialogue very well. So, I hope it's okay!

Edited 21/02/23

Hope you enjoy!

Q : what's your favourite type of art ?

A : mine is multimedia !

Liam POV

He bounced his leg up and down in stress, finishing up the last questions of the Classification Test. His lip had been bitten raw, and the skin around his fingers were slightly bloody as he had used them as his chew toys to relieve his anxiety during the Test. The attendant had not noticed, so she had not brought him a stress toy, and he was now slightly regretting not asking for one. Talking was prohibited during the Test, and he really hadn't felt like getting in the slightest bit of trouble.

He had seen Charlie leave in a hurry, back hunched and eyes staring directly at the floor. He had wanted - he felt it deep in his bones - to help him, hold him, tell him it was gonna be okay. But he couldn't and it broke him. Would he ever be able to hold Charlie in his arms?

He let the results load, staring impatiently at the spinning wheel on the screen. He turned to Connor who was seated next to him, giving him a pleading look not to leave as he gathered his things. He mouthed to him, 'I'll wait outside', and hurried to leave as the woman came over to see why he hadn't left yet. She took one look at Liam and frowned when she saw his busted lip and nail biting, then she carefully approached him.

"Hi hun, do you need a stress ball or sensory toy? I know it's stressful, but everything will be fine." Liam shook his head and gave her a shy smile.

"I'll be okay, thank you." He kept his voice hush as to not disturb those around him. She gave him a reluctant nod and then headed back to her desk off to the corner of the room.

He gazed back at the computer and gulped as the results popped up on his screen.

Liam Greenlee

Age : 19

Gender : male

Classification

Caregiver (72%) , Handler (8%), Little (20%)

He sat in his chair, dumbly staring at his results with his lips parted, his breaths coming in ragged and scarce. He felt another panic attack coming up, and last time that happened, he had regressed. He couldn't regress here, not in front of all these people. Not in public, never in public, he prayed. Letting the results print as well as an official paper, he stuffed it into the envelope they were given and tried nonchalantly to get up, trying not to show how much this affected him.

He would lie, of course. Tell them all he was a caregiver. He would help those in need, those breaking down, those who needed hugs and reassurance.

Yeah..

He closed the Testing session after having ensured he had all the information, and headed out of the room, bag clutched tightly in his hand as he sped ahead to the exit of the Classification Centre. He bumped into someone and mumbled an apology before going back to walking, only to be stopped as the hand of the stranger caught his arm.

"Hey man, you okay?" Liam perked up at the familiar voice and softened when he saw Connor.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for running into you." Liam smiled, ruffling his hair and bringing his bag up to his shoulder as it had fallen a bit. Connor ended the conversation with the person he was talking to and came to join him as he walked out.

"You doin' okay, Li? You seem out of it."

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Just really really tired. What'd you end up classifying as?" He grinned to show Connor he was okay, but it was hard to keep up due to how forced it was.