L I O N H E A R T | Tronnor

sleepless nights

Truth is, Connor doesn't sleep most nights.

Nights were when he couldn't shut his mind off no matter how hard he tried. He'd toss and turn which would make Troye groan loudly and tell him to, "stay the fuck still." Of course, he'd always add a sweet, "I love you" when Connor would finally settle down.

What Troye didn't know was that he was the reason Connor's mind was on complete overdrive.

Connor always worried about him. Always worried about how much he had eaten that day, if he had eaten at all. Always thought about how Troye felt about himself and what he could do to change his perspective. How he can show him how impossibly beautiful he is. Maybe if he tells him more he'll believe it. Maybe if he stood him in front of a mirror and listed off all of the infinite things he loved about him and his body he'll believe it.

He had to believe it.

Because how could someone as beautiful as Troye not know how breathtaking he was? Connor held so much resentment for the people in Troye's life who didn't help him see it.

"Baaaaaabe." Troye whined and dragged out the nickname, eyes opening and revealing those ocean blue eyes.

Well, they're mostly grey now but Connor remembers a time when they were blue.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"Can you stop?" Connor frowned in confusion, but quickly realized that he was tapping his fingers absentmindedly on Troye's back. He stopped the movement and shot the boy an apologetic smile. Troye rolled his eyes and burrowed his face back into Connor's chest.

"Go to sleep." Connor nodded his head sadly as his eyes scanned Troye's unhealthy thin arms that were wrapped around his torso, sharp bones painfully digging into him.

"Okay, baby." His eyes scanned his body once more as tears brimmed his eyes. "I love you so much, my beautiful boy." His hand ran down his back soothingly.

He tried to ignore how he could easily feel Troye's spine. If he took his shirt off he could probably count his vertebrae too.