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Myron x Morris // Help

Tw: beating up? Idk.

Myron waited on the stoop of Morris' House. It was late at night but he needed to speak to Morris. Urgently. So he threw a couple rocks at his window and signalled him to come down. When Morris finally made it down, he expected a kiss or even a late night make out sesh from Myron. But Myron didn't seem like he was in the mood. Morris just yawned and ask "You ok?"
"I'm done."
Morris was taken back a bit, "...with what exactly?"
"This. Us. We are done." Myron said, his eyes glued to the ground.
Morris thought for a bit before shrugging, "Alright then." And started heading back inside. He doesn't show much emotion. And worse of all he knew it would hurt Myron more if he acted like he didn't care. And slightly, he didn't. If Myron didn't want him anymore why would he waste his energy on fighting. But it worked, Myrons heart shattered, "Asshole, stop acting like you don't care!" He clenched his fist and grabbed onto Morris and turned him around.
"Myron, shut up. You'll wake my brother up. If you're done, I'm done too."
"But I want to talk about this."
"Frankly, I don't really care what you want."
Myron finally got to his breaking point, "Fuck you!" And swung at Morris. But Morris was on the step above him and blocked him easily and just shoved him to the ground off the step. He then walked down, rolling up his sleeve ready for a fight, Myron sat up and looked at him, his face scratched up from the fall. Myron got up but Morris shoved him back down and started throwing punches. For some reason, Myron couldn't defend himself and just blocked punches.
At one point, Morris stopped and grabbed a fist full of Myrons hair,
"You were really going to try and start a fight with me?"
Myron had his eyes shut, for once during their fights he looked scared, he couldnt fight back because he didn't want to hurt Morris. He still loved him. Too dearly. He quietly said, "I'm sorry..." Morris noticed and let go. He got up off him and sat of the steps, watching Myron struggle to sit up. "So? Go on. Let's talk about this."
Myron was shaking, "Why is this so easy for you... so easy for you to hate me? You don't even want an explanation."
"I don't need one."
"So you know?"
"Know what?"
"Why it's over?"
"No, but I don't really care."
Myron bit his lip, "Morris, I got kicked out the lodging house... Your brother told Spot and they said they'll kill me if I return still dating you... I have nowhere to go, it was hard so I said it straight up but I just wanted you to care."
Morris went silent, not changing his demeanor, he took a second before saying, "Did they hurt you?"
"Not as much as you just did..."
Morris rolled his eyes, "..I'm sorry."
Myron sighed, "It's fine, I tried to hit you first... I wanted some help... thats all... I was hoping you'd ask why and then offer some help because I don't know what to do..."
Morris sighed and helped Myron up. He wrapped Myrons arm around his shoulder and slowly took him inside.

Inside, he sat Myron down on a couch. He crouched down infront of him, looking for a nose bleed or a missing tooth. Myron just had his his head down and eyes closed, exhausted. "When's the last time you slept?" Morris asked.
"A couple nights ago... I fell asleep on the street but when I woke up my bag was gone."
"Well yeah, why didn't you come here?"
"Oscar."
Morris nodded, "Right... have you eaten?"
Myron shook his head, "No but I'm fine."
"Ok then," Morris cupped his face, "We should get you in the bathroom and clean you up, you OK to go up the stairs?"
Myron lifted up his pant leg and showed how messed up his knee was.
Morris gasped, "I did that?"
"When you shoved me off the steps I landed on it..." Myron mumbled.
"Shit, baby, I'm sorry."
"Don't call me that."
"Myron..." Morris felt awful, he looked at Myron thinking on what to do next. He wrapped his arm around him, and picked him up bridal style. Myron went red, "Morris."
"What?"
"...You won't be able to carry me up the stairs..."
"Myron, you've got a six pack and big arms and I was still able to beat you up. Your fine."
"Shit..." Myron mumbled as he buried his face in Morris' shoulder, blushing deeply.
Morris chuckled a little, "You're OK..." and took him upstairs no problem.

In the bathroom, Morris sat Myron down on the bathtub and locked the door, "Take your clothes off."
Myron looked up instantly, "You really think this is the right time to-"
"Myron- no!" Morris whispered- yelled, "to take a shower."
"Oh- right..." Myron started undoing his shirt. Morris cringed at the sight of all the bruises and cuts he probably got from him and the brooklyn boys. Once Myron was undressed, Morris helped him into the shower and closed the curtain. Myrons knee hurt but he could stand on it, but it felt so good the hot water running down his body and through his hair. Meanwhile, Morris quickly went into his room and grabbed Myron some clean clothes he could wear as pyjamas. Myron got out, Morris helped him get dressed, and took him to his bedroom were he tended to his injuries.

Myron sat down on the bed. Morris locked the door and looked at his boy. Myron looked much better, and cleaner and smelt better too. Morris smiled and grabbed some bandages and started tending to Myrons knee.
"You're gorgeous, you know that right?" Morris looked up and smiled.
Myron looked at Morris and just shook his head.
Morris finished up and sat down beside him, "You are, baby."
"Don't-"
"Call you that...I know," Morris chuckled, "I'm sorry... I just like that nickname for you."
Myron just kept looking down, so Morris decided to comfort him by holding his hand and kissing his cheek, "I just want my Myron back."
"I'm sorry... I'm just tired." Myron sighed.
"That's OK, I'm going to stay awake for a couple more hours."
Myron nodded and lay down. Morris turned the light off and lay next to him and played with his hair as he softly drifted off to sleep. Morris smiled and got a pen and paper, he sat by the window to use the moonlight so could write a letter to Myron's brothers:

I know you don't know me but I am a friend of your brother Myron... he is currently homeless and staying with me, but he can't stay with me for very long. If you could just maybe forgive him, he needs his family. I want to be that family for him but...

Morris looked at Myron.

We do find it hard to forgive eachother at times...