Haze (A Leafycynical & Leafnision Fanfic)

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Calvin had only been staying at Greg's place for a day now.

The older man had just walked through the door with his messenger bag.

"It's getting cold out there." Greg said as he discarded his bag and jacket, hanging both on the coat rack next to him.

"Well it is almost winter." Calvin paused, "Does it snow here?"

Greg looked up at the man who was a sitting on the couch in his boxers, wrapped up in multiple blankets and Greg tore his eyes away when he realized he was staring.

"Um.. not a lot. Where did you come from? ..Utah, right? Did you get snow there?"

"Yeah, lots." Calvin said, pulling one of the blankets closer to him.

He was so small. The mass of blankets looked like they could engulf him at any moment, but the senior couldn't deny how cute the image in front of him was.

"So why did you move? Did you not like snow?"

"My.. um.. My parents found a dealer here and decided to move. I didn't want to.. I liked the snow.. it was pretty. Unfortunately, it wasn't up to me."

"Oh.. Well who knows? We could get some this year." Greg tried to lighten the mood.

"Yeah."

"So have you had anything to eat today?"

"Yeah. I ate not long before you got back." Calvin lied. He really didn't feel like eating and this show was quite interesting. It was about two gay guys who solved mysteries together. One was a smartass 'consulting detective' while the other was a slightly older sidekick that definitely had the hots for his partner. The show was called 'Sherlock' or something, Calvin wasn't sure and he was too engrossed in the series to care.

"What did you eat?" Greg asked as he took a seat at the opposite end of the sofa even though he low-key wanted to be closer to Calvin.

Calvin was used to thinking up excuses and such, so it took him no longer than a second to think of a common food that most everyone has in their cabinets.

"A bowl of cereal." He answered.

"I've been meaning to get cereal for like a week now. Nice try, though." Greg said.

Calvin cursed inwardly.

"You have to eat, Cal."

"I'm not hungry." He just wanted to watch this fucking show.

"Listen, I'm not sure why you don't like eating, but while you're here you have to eat at least once a day."

"And if I don't?" Calvin challenged, eyes focusing on the men on the screen. Why wouldn't they just kiss already? Jesus Christ..

"Then.. I'll hide your cigarettes and your phone. That's how you and Pyro have been talking since he left, right?"

Calvin's grip tightened on the phone he was holding in his lap. Thankfully, Greg had allowed him a Vicodin earlier or the action would be causing a lot of pain in his fucked up wrist.

"You can't do that." Calvin objected.

"Do you want to test that theory?"

"But Greg.. I don't want to eat." The younger man pleaded.

"Why not?" Greg asked the man across from him.

"It just.. feels weird.."

Calvin never ate much, that was probably why he was thin practically all of his life, well that and the fact that he always had a slimmer frame. He had grown used to bodily neglect and chose not to eat even when the opportunity was there. He just didn't have much of a desire for food in general. When he did eat, it made him feel sick. Not long after eating he would always throw up from the terrible feeling in his stomach.