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

Chapter ten - truthful

Can't be bothered with some sappy, extended confession so this parts probs gonna be a little cold and a little short... like this entire thing. Oops. But I really wanna get onto the next part quickly so...

"This time, don't need another perfect lie."

"You go to therapy?" Tyler asks, trying not to lace the words with sympathy. Josh got back about five minutes ago, and they are currently sat in the living room (on opposite sides of the same sofa). Tyler has his legs cross so he's sitting sideways on, facing Josh, who's looking a little lost and preferring to stare at his feet rather than Tyler.

"Yeah." He replies, voice so small Tyler almost refrains from asking his next question - he feels intrusive and out of place, but they have known each other for a while, and he only wants to help.

"You... you have an eating disorder?" This time Josh only nods in reply, but it's enough for Tyler to understand... just not enough for him to know how to help.

"I'm sorry." Tyler says. He glances up at Josh, catching the glare on his face and quickly looks back down, begging fear not to consume him. Josh notices, and immediately his features soften, feeling sorry for Tyler - he really shouldn't be angry anyway, he just hates when people apologise for this, for his burden, his fault; it makes him feel weak and silly.

"It's okay." Josh pauses, almost loving the silence that follows and almost hating himself for breaking it, "you're abused?" The question is way too blunt and Josh almost winces at his own words - but Tyler doesn't seem to mind, just looks a little unaware, a little unaffected, a little spacey and a little unbothered.

"Yes." Tyler doesn't know why the question made him feel void of emotions.

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