(Our world au. Stanley works in a office at a paper company and gets picked on by his co-workers.) (Narrators name is narrie, genderfluid, they/it and Stanley uses he/they) (married)
TW/CW: ED, ed recovery
Narrie sat at the dinner table, elbows on the table with hands clasped together and over their mouth, bouncing their leg, eye's looking at the door. They heard walking outside, Stanley. Stanley walked through the door joyfully, like usually.
"Hel-....lo, why are you giving me that look?"
"Stanley, please sit down ... we need to talk."
Stanley felt his heart sink, Narrie never called him by his name, and its voice was serious.
... do they know?
Stanley slowly walked over and sat down in a chair. Narrie unfolded their elbows and grabbed Stanley's hand.
"Are you ok?" They knew that the answer was no, but it wanted to know how truthful Stanley was going to be.
"Yes, why?"
"Are you sure?"
Stanley didn't say anything. He looked up, trying not to cry but he didn't succeed. Tears started rolling down his face, he was trying to wipe them away but they came down faster. He put his head down. Narrie got up and rubbed circles in his back.
"It's ok... let it out."
Stanley let the tears fall down his face. After a while, he started to calm down.
"Now, can you tell me whats happening?"
Stanley nodded.
"M-My coworkers were making fun of my weight, I thought about it and..."
"You gave in?"
Stanley nodded slowly.
"It's ok, we will get through this. Do you want to start trying to recover now?"
"I-... yes"
"Do know what you want?"
"No"
"Do you want salad?"
Stanley hesitantly nodded, he watched Narrie make two plates of salad, one smaller one bigger. Narrie placed the smaller plate in front of Stanley and the bigger plate in front of themselves.
"Only eat what you can, don't force anything. Do you want me to eat with you?"
Stanley nodded and took a small bite, he felt nervous.
What if I can't keep the food down, what if I can't do this?
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"If you feel too nervous about it, then don't force it."
Stanley looked at the lettuce on his fork, he gently put the fork down and looked down... he looked dissapointed... in himself.
"It's ok, you are making progress and that is good."
Stanley waited for Narrie to finish eating. He looked back at his plate, he picked his fork up and started looking at the lettuce. Stanley took two small bites and puts the fork down quickly
"Let's go to the living room."
They both go to the living room. Stanley sat down and leaned on Narrie. They sat and watched tv until they felt tired.
"You did great today, you made progress."
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