Prosthetics¹||Five Hargreeves

Ten

The last couple of days Five didn't know how to feel, he felt... different, just not in a good way. He felt wrong for telling Matthew what he did, and he played it off as being drunken words.

Because if it went to shit he'd shrug it off and think about the consequences once he got back to his apartment, which either way he did. He sat in his apartment at the table sipping a cup of coffee while he listened to the rain pitter and patter outside.

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He looked at the kitchen window, watching rain drops race each other down the glass. His eye was on one, and so far it was winning, and just as when he thought his rain drop would win, the one he had it race then suddenly slid down the window and down to the window cell.

The repeative tapping noise of the rain was now starting to bother him, his phone went off beside his mug on the table. He leaned his head forward, grabbing it he saw it was his boss.

His thumb hit the answer button and he held the phone up to his ear "What do you want?" he picks up his mug in the middle of the question, then takes a sip once of his coffee.

"Where are you? You're supposed to be in today" the Handler spoke "I don't feel well, I'm throwing up and have a fever" he lied, it wasn't a lie he planned out, but it was the first thing that came to mind when he saw it was her calling.

There a silence over the line, while on Five's end there were quiet pitter patters of rain hitting on the four windows in his apartment. When there was no longer a conversation he hung up and set the phone face down.

He didn't understand why Matthew just told him that they were drunk, did he not believe him? Was he not convincing enough?

Maybe using the phrase 'I love you' was too much, like? But like didn't seem convincing enough, to him the word like meant as a friend or person. Not somebody you love.

It felt too much for him to comprehend, maybe he thought that he loved him. That's what he was scared of, being only a thought. He wondered if it was because he missed his family, which may be a possibility.

Five stood up from his seat and walked over to his bed, he sat down at the edge, his hands resting on his knees as he stared at the wall.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled. He took a few more deep breaths, the fog that filled his head cleared up. Then his thoughts began to wander.

He laid back on the bed, his hands being on his chest now. His mind wandered back to two nights ago.

The way his hands were placed on the sides of his neck, how his hands were light and gentle, Five wanted his touch, he craved it oh so dearly. And not in a sexual way, he just wanted him to hold him... hug him.

But God his stupid persona had to always get in the way.

His hands were soon in his hair, pulling at it slightly. Wishing he could have done something different, what could he have possibly done though?

But then it hit him. The answer was right there, clear in his face as it screamed at him.

He quickly sat up, got up, and went to Matthew's. He knocked on the door, hoping he would answer. Then again he had no clue what time it was either, he might not even be awake or home.

Finally the door opened, he was taken aback a bit and took a step back. He looked at Matthew, who was rubbing his eyes and looked like he was still half asleep.

"I meant what I said at the party" he told him, not giving him a chance to say anything, "Yes, we were drunk but I.. I meant every word of it."

There was a silence between the two, Matthew looked at him and sighed quietly "Five aren't you supposed to be at work?" He spoke "Aren't you?"