You and I, we just weren't created to survive (joshler) (not edited)

Chapter nine - therapeutic

"My friends and I, we got a lot of problems."

So... what fandoms are you in?

It's the next morning when Tyler is sat awkwardly at his friends kitchen table with a glass of water in hand, a bowl of untouched cereal in front of him, an exhausted facial expression and a worried Josh sat across from him without any food.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Tyler asks, a certain anxiety burning the words that makes his mind race as what if Josh gets hurt by the question and kicks me out?. He isn't ready to leave his safety blanket yet.

"No, I'm never hungry on mornings." He replies, looking overrun with anxiety and Tyler knows he's definitely come across a sensitive subject... still, he wishes he could tell Josh that, "no, of course not, you're never hungry and it looks like it's killing you." - of course he can't and won't.

"Oh." His voice strains to be heard and not to wobble. Feeling guilty, he goes to finish his breakfast, ending the conversation on a bad note (he is glad that he didn't have to talk about why he's staying however).

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"You can stay here if you want but I have to go to my... uh, therapy appointment now." Josh says, voice wavering slightly over the word therapy. He's currently getting ready around Tyler, putting on his coat while explaining where the spare keys are and apologising multiple times for not being able to stay.

"Okay." Tyler replies, watching from his place stood near the door. Josh drops down to sit on the floor near Tyler's feet, reaching for a pair of shoes and leaning against the wall while putting them on.

"You can help yourself to any food or movies or whatever you want to do if you are staying." He pauses, standing up and sliding past Tyler to get to the door (Tyler flinches slightly when they brush too close, but hides it well). "There isn't very much food in though so I'm sorry about that." He lets out an empty laugh, averting his gaze to the floor outside the apartment.

"It's okay... can I ask you something?" Tyler replies, trying to ignore the fear of being trapped as Josh blocks the only entrance. He sees anxiety rise in the blue-haired boys eyes, and watches as he nods his head in reply, saying yes (but it did seem like it almost pained him to do so).

"Do you go to therapy because of your... eating habits? You know, I've never really seen you eat anything much...." he trails off as a silence overcomes both of them, and he looks up, to see Josh with a hurt expression and tears clouding his vision.

"Can we... talk about both of our problems when I get back?" Is what he gets in reply. Tyler nods and the door slams in his face.

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This chapter was so rushed lmao, sorry