Six Feet Under |Joshler|

PRETTY

Holy shit holy shit holy shit, is all that was running through Josh's mind as he stared up at Tyler Joseph.

"Yeah, get that a lot." Tyler smirked and Josh couldn't find it in himself to be upset, because one minute he's getting attacked by some drunk and then Tyler Joseph is beating the living shit out of said guy.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

"Hey, you with me? How many fingers am I holding up?" Tyler's concerned voice pulls him out of his daze as he sees three fingers waggling in front of him.

"U-uhm three." He mutters, still trying to let the previous events sink in. Suddenly there's a hand being jutted towards and he heavily flinches away from it. Its owner frowns and crouches down to Josh's eye level.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just trying to help." He soothes, hands held up in front of him in an almost defensive manner to show he wasn't hiding anything, waiting for Josh to nod before standing back up and offering his hand again. Josh takes it tentatively; not really needing to do anything as Tyler effortlessly pulled him off the ground.

"You're very light." Tyler muttered and Josh said something he'd regret very quickly.

"You have nice hands."

Tyler grins.

"Thank you."

Stupid shock, Josh thought to himself and if his face wasn't red before it definitely is now.

"I didn't mean to say that!" He defended quickly and Tyler let out a chuckle at the look on his face.

Josh decided it was the nicest thing he's heard all day.

"Clearly you're still in a daze, so I'll let you off easy this time." Tyler replied with a playful wink and Josh went silent again.

"You're shaking." Tyler said frowning once again and Josh was become slightly irritated with how quick this guy's mood could change.

"Yeah, you'd be too if you were in my position." Josh said with an airy-chuckle and Tyler nods in understanding.

A silence falls upon the two and Josh averts his eyes, is too tired and overwhelmed to be able to tell whether or not it was awkward.

He looked at Tyler once again, the man's sharp gaze still hasn't budged from him and although everything about the boxer practically screams intimidating, the concern in his dark brown eyes did the opposite.

"I'm uh, gonna get going now. Thanks for the whole saving me thing." Josh mutters after what felt like forever. Tyler's frown deepens slightly.

"You sure? You're still shaking and you look about ready to pass out. What were you even doing in a place like this at this time?" Josh frowns at Tyler's intrusiveness.

"I could ask you the same thing." He snapped and Tyler raises a brow at him.

"I live around here here, your turn." He replied and Josh bit back the urge to ask why someone as successful as Tyler was living in a place like this.

"I was walking back to my apartment, a-and I took a wrong turn." He explains and a grin spreads across Tyler's face.

"I had a good feeling you weren't from here." He said and Josh narrowed his eyes.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"It means that no one looking like you would choose to live in an area like this, which means the only reason why you're here is because you're lost." Tyler replied and Josh pouts, slightly offended.