I'll Be Better For You [Montyx Sun/Moon]

Chapter 2 By the door

It was the next day after work, Monty had explained the situation to Vanessa, who instead that tomorrow either Moon or sun appeared to go for costuming. Monty decided to go whit Moon, he wasn't sure Sun would let him. But even so he knew that Sun had to eventually come out. He went to his house changed into his normal clothes. It was a metal band t-shirt and some baggy, black pants whit chains, nothing special. Then he got food before going upstairs, he knocked on the door, after a bit they opened their door, it was Sun. He looked at the older who sat on the ground.

Sun: W-what are you d-doing?

Monty: I was thinking maybe we could sit here and eat... What do think?- he asked, looking up at the other.

Sun: E-eat?- he looked nervous, scratching his arms.

Monty: It doesn't have to be much.- the other slowly sat down, crossing their legs, Monty noticed how they were using the same clothes has yesterday.

Sun: W-what do you have?- the smaller grabbed out of his bag, putting it by the door.

Monty: I have some carbonara, also some sweets if you don't feel like having a full meal.- he looked anxious to both of the options, they reached for it, but retrieving their hand when they noticed that it would go over the door- Meet me half way there?- the other nodded, even knowing it meant his hand had to go a bit over the confiment of their house. The other handed him the sweets, that was what they were trying to get- Was it hard?- the taller opened the bag, eating the gummies.

Sun: N-not has much has I thought.- they muttered, the other smiled.

Monty: Isn't it nice to have dinner and not be by yourself?

Sun: A b-bit...

Monty: Tomorrow there's a costuming meeting whit you or Moon to revise the costumes... You seam skinner then when we first met.- he pointed out seeing the other's skinny hands. His hands and his face were the only part of the body they could tell the shape off, both very skinny and both very pale for him.

Sun: D-don't talk about my w-weight.

Monty: Sorry. Touchy subject?

Sun: A bit...

Monty: I won't mention it again... Does Moon also have a problem whit it?

Sun: Yes.

Monty: I'll make sure they won't talk about it during the meeting.

Sun: T-thank you.- he said going back to bitting his nails, suddenly begining to bleed.

Monty: Let me help you whit that.- he said reaching inside bag for his band aids. He took out a box, there were two types of fun designs- Kitties or dinosaurs?

Sun: Children band aids?

Monty: Well yeah I cary them into the pizza plex whit me because of kids! Now chose wisely.

Sun: C-can I have both?- the other nodded, taking the band aids.

Monty: How many? - the older looked at his fingers, them far appart.

Sun: T-ten?- the alligator nodded once more, taking half of each.

Monty: You need help whit them?- now it was the taller's turn to nod- Could you hand me your hand?-he asked extending his.

Sun: Y-yes.- they said putting their hand slightly out of the house, touched slightly their palm before retrieving his hand, a bit more anxious.

Monty: C'mon, you can trust me.- the other did so, putting hand on the older, whitout touching their hand again they examined it. Before figuring out the places that needed it more. Then he let out their hand, carefully wrapping the band aids, Sun flinched everytime their fingers meet- You're very jumpy.

Sun: I-I wasn't always like this.

Monty: I know.

Sun: D-do you hate the new me?

Monty: No.- he said whitout any hint of excitation, now going to the other hand.

Sun: Why not? L-look at me. I-I haven't left my house in nearly a month.

Monty: Well that doesn't change what you are. What let you to stay inside did. And it's fine. Sometimes things happen and things change. That's the cycle of life. Trust me I get you.

Sun: You don't.

Monty: Sorry... Even if I don't get you. I am here to understand. When I was in the hospital things changed about me... I can't smoke anymore, thanks to my pneumonia, somtiemes I'm still short breath... It worsened my mental health...

Sun: Being in hospital is bad for it.

Monty: Do you also struggle whit mental health?- sun nodded along- Whit what?

Sun: A-anxiety and depression... and ptsd.- he muttered the last part, attacking the gummies again.

Monty: Do you take anything for those?- the other shook his head.

Sun: I-I don't get along whit the meds.

Monty: Does weed help? My anxiety is better since I started consuming.

Sun: I thought you didn't smoke.

Monty: I don't. Edibles.

Sun: Oh ok...

Monty: If you or Moon ever want some I could get it for you.

Sun: I-I don't know.

Monty: You don't need to answer.

Sun: T-thanks...  Can I eat the carbonara?

Monty: Of course.- he said handing the other the container.

Sun: Thanks.- he said, opening it, grabbing the fork the other handed them and eating.

Monty: If you ever need help you can tell me. I don't mind.

Sun: H-how am I gonna do it?- they asked, before taking another bite.

Monty: I can give you my number.- he said grabbing a paper out of his pocket and a pen, writing it down and handing it to other's- I live in the floor bellow yours. If you're ever get the courage to leave your house.

Sun: A-alrigth... This food is good.

Monty: I'm glad you think it.- he said before looking at the time in his phone- I need to go, tomorrow I have to wake up early. Tell Moon to meet me in the back of the pizza plex at 9 am.

Sun: O-ok. Thanks.

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-MissevilXD