Dulcet (TylerxBrendonxJosh)

6. Bath

Start song: young by Frankie's cosmos

Also please no milk fic references. 1- they're annoying. 2- Why??? 3- just no, nobody likes them.

Brendon holds Josh's waist, his fingers touching underneath his shirt when he leads him to his apartment. He holds him when he whisks him into an elevator. He holds onto him like he's incapable of doing anything but Josh doesn't mind.

His head is dizzy, spinning, his nose possibly broken or fractured, bleeding everywhere and his knee is bringing him to a limp.

He can barely remember the apartment building although having just been there.He does recognize the fake plants on the way up though, he recognizes the ugly striped burgundy wallpaper too. he fades in it out of consciousness throughout but Brendon doesn't notice because he's pulling him around like a rag doll. Josh is clinging to him subconsciously.

He tastes metal, smacking his lips as he leans on Brendon with most if not all his weight. Brendon is warm, his head is pounding. Brendon is safe and Brendon is the only reason he can stand up properly for the moment.

Brendon is still holding him when he pushes into his appartement and Josh says. "I feel like shit."

There's silence. Keys clatter and then they're in, it's not warm at all, in fact it's freezing but Tyler appears all smiles, he's in his overalls, no shirt underneath, bare torso. One of the straps is dangling.

"Hey." He starts, leaning. He blinks. "Wait Josh?"

Brendon nods. He helps Josh into Tyler's arms and Josh complies with a grunt, arms wrapping around Tyler's shoulders. Tyler feels much smaller than him in that moment albeit being taller as Josh invades his space.

Josh groans, fingers to his nose, blood stains them. "Got hit."

Tyler holds him tighter, he squeezes his waist. "Oh."

Brendon's coat falls to the floor, he rushes by and goes into the kitchen that's separates them with a tiled half-wall. "Run him a bath."

"Whoa. I'm clean." Josh says.

"It'll feel good." Brendon shrugs as he sets a rag in the sink.

"I feel fine."

Josh sighs, detaching himself from Tyler to lean on the wall. Weight on his shoulder. "You just want to see me naked." He points out, he squints.

Tyler laughs and grabs for his arm to bring him back into his hold, Josh decides it's nice and melts into his touch. "Maybe."

Brendon rolls his eyes and repeats. "Run him a bath."

Brendon's back on Josh in a few moments, pressing the wet cloth to his bloody nose while Tyler holds him softly. The cloth soaks up the steady stream of blood escaping his nose.

Josh doesn't know why it's that important to take a bath but he's too tired to say no.

"I'll take a bath."

"Yeah. Here take my hand." Tyler says.

Josh does take his hand and he uses it as a crutch, more-so leaning against Tyler's shoulder because it hurts too much to walk on his left leg. Brendon disappears into the living room and Tyler hums as he drags Josh along towards the bathroom. Josh has a limp. He can feel a bruise forming, big and blue as he lets Tyler pull him over down a long hallway. His knee feels like it's been kicked in and his head feels heavy.

Josh wobbles and Tyler keeps him as steady as he can until he's able to set him atop of the lid of the toilet.

The bathroom is tiny compared to the rest of the appartement. Josh feels claustrophobic as Tyler closes the door and places the back of his hand against Josh's forehead like a parent would to an ill child.