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"Connor?" said a small and shaky voice from behind the green eyed boy as he packed his things into several boxes surrounding him.
Connor didn't reply to the voice, instead, he carried on with what he was doing. "Connor," Dylan tried again. Connor threw one of the boxes from the bed to the floor in frustration, causing Dylan to jump up in fear.
"I don't need to see you, just go somewhere else in the house would you?" he spoke harshly.
"Can we just talk, please," Dylan pleaded as Connor chuckled darkly to himself.
"Are you being fucking serious?" he spat, voice full of spite.
"Con-"
"I don't think we have anything to talk about Dylan, I want nothing to do with you."
"I'm s-sorry," he tried, voice cracking as a lump formed in his throat because of Connor's hurtful words that sliced right through his heart.
"I don't care how sorry you say you are or how many times you repeat yourself, you hurt him, and you hurt him in more ways than one. I don't even care that you cheated on me either by the way, I'm more upset that you were dishonest to him," Connor said as he picked the box back up from the floor, placing it on the bed, and carrying on taking clothes out his dresser and putting them inside.
"W-where are you even going to go to?" Dylan asked as his tears fell swiftly down his guilty and hurt face.
"To Troye," Connor stated simply, Dylan's breath hitched as his suspicions were confirmed.
"Do you like him still?" he asked while he sniffled, prepared for the answer he knew was coming.
"No Dylan," Connor said, making Dylan confused. "I don't 'like' him, I love him. I still love him just like I did back in Perth, and I will never stop loving him," Dylan nodded sadly and as he sniffled once more and defeated, he left the room.
~.~.~.
"Hey baby," Connor whispered into Troye's ear as he rested, still in bed. Troye giggled as Connor's breath tickled his ear and neck; he rolled slowly over onto his side to see Connor laid on his side too, intently looking at him.
"Hey," he said sweetly back as Connor kissed the top of his forehead. "Did you get all your stuff packed today?" Troye asked, noticing the clock on the wall, he had slept the entire afternoon as it was now six in the evening.
"Yeah, it's all done. I just need to get one or two more boxes then it will all be here," he said as he trailed his fingers over Troye's gradually healing face.
"I can help you unpack it though, tomorrow I will be okay to get out of bed by myself," Troye said, motivated that by tomorrow he would be fine to walk about on his own and without Connor's eye constantly watching his back, not that it was really a problem to Troye anyway but he did always prefer his independence.
"No it's okay," Connor insisted.
"No, I will help you," Troye said as he bopped Connor's nose making Connor giggle.
"You're such a five year old," Connor said with a goofy smile as he got up to start his way down the hallway to make dinner for the both of them.
"Five and a half!" Troye called after him as Connor made his way down the hallway, chuckling at Troye's humour, happy that he was feeling better and looking much healthier.
Connor started taking out the ingredients for Troye's favourite, macaroni and cheese, as he started with the method of cooking the macaroni in boiling water.
