TAATO-Shots

Chapter 90

(A/N)

Part two of chappy 88 :*

P.S. for those of you interested in the book I was gonna do based on that movie Timer, I'm thinking of launching the first chapter on New Years. Thoughts??

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Avi still clung to Scott's arm as they walked back out to the living room. 

Scott sat back down at his seat, picking up a few papers to get started again. "Avi, do you still have those pens?" 

Avi didn't respond, because he didn't really hear him, too concentrated on what had happened in his dream.

"Avi?" Scott faced him fully, placing a hand on his upper arm, causing Avi to flinch. 

Avi pulled his arm away. "What?" 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah." 

Scott looked around the table, and then stood a little to grab the pen he was looking for in the first place. "You sure?" 

"Yeah." 

Scott reached over to put a hand on Avi's back. "I'm sorry you had a nightmare... You wanna talk about it?" 

"No. Just... Will you show me your stomach again? I'm sorry to ask, but... I wanna be sure." 

"Sure of what, Sir?" Scott asked, slowly lifting his shirt enough to reveal his lower stomach. 

Avi leaned over to check, even running his hand over Scott's stomach to be sure. "Okay..."

"What is it that you're looking for exactly?" Scott asked, slowly letting his shirt drop back down. 

"Nothing. Just... Keep working, okay?" 

"Sir, I'd like to know what your dream was--" 

"I won't repeat myself." 

"Okay, damn. Sorry. Did you want another coffee?" 

"No, and you don't need one either." 

"I think I'm old enough to decide what I can and can't have." Scott said with a chuckle.

"You wanna give yourself heartburn? Go right on ahead." 

Scott looked down at the table. "Sorry... You always know what's best for me, I shouldn't have doubted that." 

Avi quickly signed another paper, almost angrily. "Don't say that. It doesn't matter." 

Scott stood up then, walking past the table. "I'm just gonna make some tea..."

Avi looked up, seeing Scott standing in almost the exact spot that he'd been in his nightmare, and he quickly remembered seeing Scott bleeding profusely from his stomach. "Stop!" 

Scott froze, eyes wide. "Sir?"

Avi stood up quickly, the memories flashing through his head. "Fuck, fuck, Scott--" 

Scott hurried toward him, catching him before he completely broke down, sobs erupting from him as if he'd been holding them back for years. 

Avi clung to his forearm with both of his own arms, hiding his face in Scott's shoulder. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I--" Another sob interrupted him."