ink & pixels (tronnor au)

"stay"

troye's pov.

"I don't regret it."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"You aren't acting like it."

He shot me a look.

"It's hard Troye. It's r-really hard."

The brim of eyes began to fill with water threatening to overflow.

"What's hard?"

And that is when he fell off his chair and slide against the closest wall and sobbed like there was no tomorrow.

I walked over and sat next to him. My arms wrapped around his back and I pulled him into a tight hug. He cried into my shoulder for quite a while. I kept repeating simple, supportive phrases saying "Your ok." or "Let it all out." He had seemed really stressed since I have stayed with him.

Oh god.

It's me. He didn't expect me to come and stay at his house, hell I didn't even ask. I am stressing him and I need to leave as soon as possible. But not yet. Connor needed a friend right now. Someone to comfort him and tell his reassuring sentences. He has nobody other than me. I will leave tomorrow. Probably crash at a cheap, nearby motel.

"Hey Con, you have had quite a long day why don't you get some sleep. It will relieve some stress of your shoulders. Your mental state is the most important thing right now. I really care about you."

"Ok."

He stood up slowly, grasping onto my arm for support. We hobbled together down the hallway and I let him wander into his room.

He climbed under his white sheets and his eyes started to flutter shut. My work here is done.

"Stay. Please."

Apparently not. It was a trap. A very manipulative one too must I add. But all mice fall for the trap, the say. For I am not a mouse, but a representation of one. Being baited until he can snap on me. And I can't escape.

In the end the mouse gets slammed upon by a heavy metal bar, cutting of the circulation to its head. Obviously the present situation wasn't nearly as violent, but my point stands regardless.

I fell for the god damn trap.

"Sure. Till you fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay."

connor's pov.

Yes, asking him to stay was a couple steps over the boundary but who cares. There was no other way to show my affection without words unless it meant kissing him. The truth is I hadn't been happy for a while. The bags under my eyes have grown immensely from my lack of sleep, along with my stomach shrinking for food deprivation. It wasn't that I didn't like my body or anything, I just was too stuck in my own head to eat.

Troye has not noticed yet. Besides the whole sleep thing. But I can't break down. Not now. He needs me to stay strong and Troye is also in a much worse place. I should be grateful for my life but instead I decided to be sad. I mean it wasn't really my decision. God is just going against me.

I was already slid under the sheets, waiting for Troye to lie down next to me. His presence was calming and put me at ease. Once he returned with pajama pants on and an old looking t shirt, he cuddled next to me. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me towards him in a flirty manner. But that didn't matter right now. I was just so content to be right next to the beautiful boy I call my best friend.

Maybe more.

author's note:

ugh im not rly happy with this chapter but it had to be done for this story to move its nasty ass along

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