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the eleventh time

"So tell me Connor, when was the last time you saw him?"

"The first time I saw him-"

"No Connor I said the last time."

"The first time I-"

"Connor. The last-"

"The first time I saw him-" The psychiatrist sighs, crossing his legs before letting Connor finish whatever It is he's trying so desperately to say.

What he's been trying to say for months, years, decades even.

"The first time I saw him, it was cold. I remember because I forgot to bring a jacket."

Connor wraps his arms around his trembling frame, his fingertips a numb that's unsettling.

"You should of brought a jacket, dumbass." Tyler laughs and Connor mumbles an "I forgot" before tightening his grip on himself.

It's a winter wonderland festival and his friends dragged him here. They told him he was already messed up but staying cooped up wasn't helping his case any.

He sighs, dragging his feet across the snow as they make their way to the churro stand. After a few feet of walking Connor notices the eyes that are lingering on him, his own catching the curly haired stranger in the act of admiration. He smiles, Connor frowns.

"Why is he looking at me?" Tyler glances up.

"He's not. He's looking at me. You're not his type." With that Tyler winks at the boy before turning away, only the boy doesn't see as his piercing blue orbs are drilling into Connors head.

"A-alright."

It's later that night as Tyler's talking about his many hookups to the rollercoaster worker that the boy approaches Connor.

"You're sad." Is the first thing he says and Connor stutters to find words and instead answers with a question.

"And?"

"My lips will make you happy." Connor believes him as he watches the plump orbicularis oris muscle speak the words and he cocks his head to the side.

"Promise?"

"I swear." The nimble hands of the angel like human pull him away from his self-centered friends and shows him just what he meant by happy.

"What happened after that?" Connor shakes his head, closing his eyes.

"Nothing good."

"It'll help to say it aloud." He sighs.

"We went to his house, despite Tyler's protests."

"And what happened there?"

"We kissed."

"That's all?"

"Is that not enough?"

His lips trace Connors neck, making the boy giggle.

"You were right, this does make me happy."

"Happiness is only what you want it to be. It's nothing but a name to a feeling that can come from anything." Connor shifts, his spine pressed against the mattress as the boy lays a top him.

"Where does your happiness come from?" The blue orbs wonder as he thinks, his fingers creating scars onto Connors skin.

"Sad boys." Connors smile drops as he studies the boy. Suddenly he feels exposed and violated.