Connor woke to Troye stirring in his arms. He smiled down at him, he felt lucky to have his crush in his arms, even though it was totally platonic. Troye then sat up and looked to Connor, messy morning hair, eyes watery and spoke with his gorgeous morning voice.
"Morning Con," he beamed with an adorable smile Connor couldn't help but return.
"Morning Tro," he smiled back. Connor then got off the bed to change; Troye got up doing the same. They had done this on multiple occasions though this time Troye could not help himself but to turn around, never having seen Connor without a shirt on, the curiosity took over him. He turned slightly and looked through the open door of the bathroom and to the mirror that held the older boy's reflection and subtly ran his eyes over Connor's chiselled torso, amazed by his abs as he pulled his shirt over his face, ruffling up his hair. Troye had no clue how well built Connor was and was really impressed. He however turned around quick enough for Connor not to notice. He didn't change his sweater though, too afraid Connor would see what he had done to himself during that week the two were not with one another.
They headed downstairs; it was quite late morning now, considering they went to bed at about five in the morning. Sage and Tyde would be out for the day and Shaun was at work.
Troye walked into the kitchen, and saw Laurelle washing dishes. He came up behind her and hugged her. Repeating over and over that he was sorry and that he didn't mean anything that he had said and that his attitude was appalling the day before. She told him it was alright and when she turned she was surprised to see Connor standing there, proving Sage really could keep a secret.
"Hi Connor, I'm very happy to see you again. Troye acts like Troye whenever you seem to be around. I guess you keep him in check. I honestly don't know how you do it," Connor was surprised at the statement and his wide eyes and blushed cheeks showed it.
"I don't think I know either really Laurelle," he said while scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Well whatever you do Connor it works," it then occurred to her that Connor was gone that whole week, and Troye was off that whole week. She was confused as to what effect Connor had over Troye but didn't question it any further.
"Sweetie?" she said directing her attention to Troye. "This is Perth we are living in and its nearly summer, take you sweater off, and put on a t-shirt," Troye's heart sank again at her observation.
"No I'm fine mum," quickly pushing her hands away as she nearly pulled it over his head form the hem. Laurelle didn't seem to notice, however Connor did. That was the exact way he used to act when... when he cut himself. He didn't however yet come to that conclusion. Troye was very much unlike Connor, he was not a fucked up mess like Connor thought of himself to be, he never thought Troye would be capable of doing something like that to himself.
"Okay! Calm down Tok honey, it was just a suggestion," she said this laughing; Troye however was not laughing but did plaster a fake smile on his face to not let her suspect anything.
After Troye and Connor had breakfast they went back up to Troye's room. They made conversation over anything and everything but soon Troye had to bring up the dreaded topic again during a silence.
"Con?"
"Hmm?"
"How long have you been going through this?" Connor for once did not let his heart sink, nor let his nerves race. He felt comfortable with Troye, he trusted him. Connor also felt like if he could gain more of Troye's trust he could also come to find out more about the boy he had feeling for.
