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Two

Two

It's been little over a week with having Zach living with me and life has been better than it had been since I had bumped into him. After Zach's breakdown the first night he had been void of all emotion -- almost doll like. It was worrying, but I could see him slowly coming to the realization that he was in a better place. Which I was hoping led him to think that he wouldn't be hurt anymore, I would never think about raising my hand to him over any matters. Although, I would like to see that bubbly ass turned pink under my hand but that was different. I didn't know if he was gay and I doubt he would want to go out with someone like me anyways, I was probably too old for him or something of that nature.

The first few days were the hardest on the both of us, I had been ecstatic when he had timidly nodded yes the morning after I had brought him here. Although he would keep to himself refusing to come out of his room very often, if at all for food, he would barely that eat. He would avoid me at all costs which would aggravate me to no avail. I wanted to help and he didn't seem to understand that, even when I cooked for him he'd avoid me, muttering a thank you here and there. It was slightly worrying considering his size but I wasn't here to force him to do anything. I was here to help and that was what I'd do. I left him alone most of the time, hoping he'd get used to his new surroundings, I felt like I was treating him like some sort of animal half the time I was around him. It was slow progress but after the third day, he seemed to be relaxing more and more. He had started coming out of his room more, even eating at the table with me some nights and staying out of his room to sit down and watch TV in the living room while I did work from my laptop a few couches over. On Saturday we watched a movie, and he fell asleep next to me which was comforting, I was glad to know he was starting to trust me, even if conversation was nonexistent.

Today was Sunday and I had work to do, as per my usual schedule, so Zach was left to do what he wanted, not that he'd do much; he was really timid. He did have my full trust to wander the house and do as he pleased, for his living conditions he was extremely well behaved. I was still worried about his mental state though, he'd left his 'home' on an extremely rushed note. I knew I had been pushing it by bringing him here when I said I'd give him two days, but I wouldn't have slept if I had let him be. He would have had nowhere to go, or that's what I chose to think.

I am startled out of my thoughts when I hear something shatter downstairs. Running down the stairs and into the kitchen I find the one and only Zach kneeling down picking up a shattered glass "S-Sorry... It slipped out of my hand..." I sigh in relief standing him up to see his hands cut "stay here and don't move." I stated before walking towards the downstairs bathroom where I kept one of the three first aid kits. I don't know why I had three but I knew it would eventually come in handy.

Making my way back to where I had left Zach, I sigh feeling bad. He's tense again. He probably thinks I went to get something to hurt him with. "If you're worried about the glass it's fine. I have tons more." I say sitting him down on one of the island stools, I watch as he nods wincing as I clean and pull any glass from the cuts, making sure they aren't very deep before bandaging them. Once I'm finished bandaging them I kissing his cuts. What the hell did I just do? Standing I walk away not daring to look at Zach leaving him in the kitchen.

I just kissed his hand. I didn't know if he was gay, I had no right to do that. What was I thinking? He'd stay away from me more than before. What if he was homophobic? Cursing myself for my stupidity, I made my way back to my office. I needed to get a grip on myself. I couldn't keep loosing my control around Zach like this. Shaking my head to hopefully clear my thoughts, I looked around my office wondering what to do now. There was no more work for me to complete for today, so I was free; which wasn't something that happened often.