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Hospice

It was no secret that Connor was dying. He was pale, bed ridden, and so terminally ill that to everyone around him he was already gone. The only family he had was his mother and she worked to often to care for him and at the young age of 18 he was put on hospice. This meant that the local hospital would send someone to stay with Connor to comfort him and give him moral support for his last few weeks of life. 6 am to midnight. He wasn't going to live to much longer and didn't want to go alone.

Troye had graduated early, an academic prodigy, and was more than willing to the help ease the mind of any troubled soul. The first time Troye went to Connors house Connor thought he was dreaming.

"Connor?" Troye had asked, walking into the slightly older boys room that was upstairs in a beautiful home. The blankets were rapped around his petite form, his bed a queen size that seemed to  swallow him. Opening his eyes Connor froze. This is it, he had thought,  he must be dying because this boy was an angel.

"I'm Troye. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on." He smiled warmly then, although it looked a little sad, and sat at the side of Connors bed. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes." Connor choked out and Troye squeezed his hand before standing up and examining the room, running his fingers along the dusty bookshelves.

"Sorry for just barging in, your mom gave me a key. You should expect me at 6, if your even awake then, and I'll fix breakfast. Then I'll clean and do things and just hang out, some guy on guy time." He flashes a smile over his shoulder. "Then I'll leave around midnight unless your not asleep. It's not in the handbook but I won't just leave you-"

"Where are you from?" Connor suddenly Inturputs, his voice shaky. "Your accent is different than anything I've heard before." Troye finds his way to Connors wardrobe and begins to go threw it.

"Australia. But I was born in South Africa and moved when I was 2." His eyes land on a jumper that he grabs hastily. Blue on the base, yellow on the sleeves an red around the collar. He loved it. "You had good style."

"Had." Connor mumbles and Troye gives him a sad smile. All Connor could wear anymore was sweats and t-shirts.

"Can I try this on?" When Connor nods he's surprised to find Troye ripping off his shirt right there in front of him. The jumper fit fine. Amazing even and Connor was jealous. It hung loosely on his skinny form and made his eyes look almost...loud. "What do you think?" He stands in front of Connors full length mirror and turns to see different angles.

"Good. Keep it." Troye whips around with a look of disbelief.

"What?! No way, I was just curious. And plus I doesn't even look that good on me." Before Connor could protest he pulls it off and hangs it back in the closet. Silence engulfs them after that and it's not long before Troye walks away to make lunch.

The rest of the day is uneventful, Troye doesn't try on any more clothes and Connor doesn't ask anymore questions. That is until the next day. It was 8 o'clock, Connor just waking up to find Troye sitting next to his bed in a chair that wasn't there before, a cup of coffee and a book in his hands.

"Morning." Connor had croaked and Troyes face light up when he found the other boy finally awake.

"Hey! I made some breakfast, turkey bacon and egg whites. Can't ruin your diet." Connor just nods and let Troye help him sit up enough to set a tray of reheated food in his lap. "Coffee?"

"Yeah, three sugars please." And they sit there until Connors finished and he turns to Troye who's still reading. "Do you have any family here?" He asks and Troye turns to him.

"Nope, just me. Everyone else stayed back home. Me and my apartment, that's all." His sad chuckle lets Connor know that he doesn't partially like this.