Stick around (RINNEY)

20

"So, um. I've got my toothbrush, all of my school books." Finney started to list off all of the essentials he had compacted into his bag in his state of rush. He had relaxed a bit now, but he was still a little jumpy. "Stationary, hairbrush... What am I missing?" He frowned, feeling like something important had been left behind.

"Spare clothes?" Robin suggests from the comfort of his twin sized bed.

"Fuuuck!" He huffed out, rubbing his temples in annoyance. "I knew I forgot something." Robin chuckled as he propped his head up with his hand, his shoulder resting against the soft mattress. He watches as his boyfriend blames himself for not thinking rationally.

"Was it really a mistake? Or was this some sort of alaberate scheme to steal all my clothes?" He cocked up one eyebrow and grinned widely. Finney rolled his eyes but smiled uncontrollably.

"Am I that transparent?" He says sarcastically, a small giggle escaping his lips and filling the empty room with such sweetness that it transforms this dismal cell into a candy store.

Robin pushes himself up and off of the bed, approaching the tall closet pushed up against one of the walls. Compared to his tiny room, his bed and the closet take up most of the space, only leaving a small space to walk around.

He flicks through the clothes currently sitting and swinging on the black plastic hangers, the majority of them being band t-shirts. He eventually finds what he's looking for. An old, plain back tee that he had outgrown. He rips it off its hanger and throws it over towards Finns direction. He then grabs some grey sports shorts that he had bought but ended up being way too short for him.

"Here," He hands it over. "This should do for some clothes to sleep in."

Finney looks down to the clothes currently resting in his arms, not so sure. They were more revealing than he was normally comfortable with. He usually hid his small frame behind large jackets and baggy jeans. It was a sheet of comfort that covered up everything he was insecure about so no one could see.

He wonders if he can trust Robin enough to wear them. What if he tries them on, and Robin suddenly realises how terrible he actually was. What if he leaves? He quickly dismisses these thoughts. Robin loves him for him. He wouldn't care.

"Ok." He says, still slightly afraid of being judged. "I'll be back in a sec." He announces, travelling over to the door with intentions of changing in the bathroom.

"You know you can just change in here. Right?" Robin raises an eyebrow, sitting himself back down on his bed, leaning up against the wall. Finney's body tenses up, remembering what his body looked like under all those clothes. Something no eyes should see.

"I uh -" Finney stumbles over his words in a frenzy.

"I ain't gunna watch ya." Robin promises in an attempt to calm the other boy down a little. He doesn't understand why Finney seems to freeze up, but he respects him and wants him to feel as comfortable as possible.

"You promise?" He asks with slight doubt. Robin nods and covers up his eyes with his hands.

Finney turns around so his back is facing Robin, lifting his shirt up and over his shoulder. Robin could still see through the gaps of his fingers. He could see almost everything.

He could see the way Finney's ribs were turning a deep purple from all of the kicks and trauma it had received from all the times he was beat up. They were prominent against the rest of his torso, threatening to peirce through his delicate skin.

But that wasn't the thing Robin was the most worried about... Finney's back was absolutely covered in bruises and large straight slashes that could only be made by the strike of a belt. It was clear this wasn't the work of another child but someone older.