The Eternal Sinning Of A Fangirl's Mind

I'm Tired So Have This Half-Assed Garbaaaaage

((This could be considered Rylo-cest but eeehhh it's mostly platonic unless you squint real hard or something

This is pre-Shadz era btw, but most definitely after the whole cheating debacle

Why am I trying to fit this into canon timeline, this isn't canon at all, don't listen to my garbage))

"Get some rest."
"Staying up for so long is going to kill you."
"You'll be fine."

It was just a few things he expected from Kyle, or maybe even Lieutenant Fischbach, but definitely not from the other side of his mirror.

"Why are... Why do you care?"

"Because if you don't sleep, I can't sleep, and no man-whore should get you this down. It isn't even your fault, he was a di—"

"It was my fault!"

The reflection sighed, stepping out of the mirror and putting a hand on Rylo's shoulder that sent chills down his spine.

"Please. Go to sleep. Even if you want to continue believing it's your fault, you can't fall apart this easily," he said quietly before taking one of the various blankets off of the blond's bed and draping it over the other's shoulders.

"I don't care where or how you fall asleep, I just want it to be soon. If you're not going to do it for me or for Kyle, do it for yourself. Or at least your appearance."

Rylo looked at the creature before him with a confused expression.

"The bags under your eyes are Prada and your hair is a mess, Sugar," he laughed before stepping back into the glass.

"...Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

"Well, I can't just be a dick all the time, can I?"

"...I'm sorry. For— uh... If I made you worry or anything."

He received no response, though he knew.

The other wouldn't have bothered with mentioning it if he wasn't worried.