The Green-Eyed Boy // Tronnor

24

After they leave the hospital and pick up the medicine, Troye begins to feel a little better. He isn't quite as tired as he was yesterday before they visited the hospital.

"So how are you feeling, Tro?" He asks curiously, checking in on Troye. He doesn't know why, but he has acquired the nickname 'Tro' for Troye, and it's just stuck. But neither of them had a problem with it.

"A bit better than yesterday, which is better than nothing I suppose. I just wish I wasn't sick at all anymore," he answered, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Yeah, I wish you were healthy, too... But I'm glad you're feeling better," he said, giving a small smile. "I hope you recover quickly."

Troye sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. "C'mere, but don't sit too close. I don't want you getting sick."

He sits down next to Troye before pouting. "See, this is why I want you to get better. I want to cuddle you and stuff again. This is beginning to become torture for me."

"I promise that as soon as I'm better, we'll cuddle for a really long time and even make more food together and inevitably make a mess," Troye assured, leaning over to give Connor a quick kiss on his cheek before sitting back down.

He smiles. "Okay, good. You better plan on keeping that promise, Mister." He sits back on the couch a bit, unsure of what else to do. He was used to just cuddling into Troye or vice versa, but he couldn't do that while he was sick.

Feeling bad that they couldn't cuddle, Troye brings his legs up and lays them over Connor's lap so they could at least have some form of contact. "I definitely plan on keeping that promise."

"Good," he says. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? I mean, I know you still aren't feeling well, so if you just wanted to rest a bit or something then that's fine too."

"I'm tired of sleeping. Lets watch a movie," Troye answered, pouting when he realized that he would have to move if they wanted to pick out a movie and put it in.

"Okay," he says, before groaning a bit. He gently moves Troye's legs over, standing up. "See, life would be so much easier if we all just had superpowers and we could make things move," he says, picking a movie and then popping it in. He sits back down.

Troye shrugs. "Unfortunately, all we can do is occasionally predict the future and, with a ton of practice, mild mind control. Works better on whoever you're psychically tied to, though."

Connor nods. He picks Troye's legs back up and puts them back how they were before Connor reluctantly got up. "I feel like other people would think we're crazy if we told them that," he says, chuckling softly.

"You definitely wouldn't be surprised at the number of people like us who are stuck in a mental institution." Talking about predicting the future made Troye think of his latest dream before he focused back on the movie that Connor had picked out.

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Throughout the movie up until about halfway in, Connor hadn't said anything about it, but noticed that Troye looked like he was half-thinking-half-watching. "Have you got something on your mind?"

"Just thinking about how I haven't had a dream in forever," he lies, flashing a believable smile at Connor. "It's kind of disappointing, because I like dreaming about you."