Dreamer. [joshler]

six. Comfort

"Excuse the mess," papers littered the tables but it seemed to not bother him.

I carefully led him over to my couch, we sat and he kept a comfortable distance. He was quiet for a minute, he fiddled with his hands in his lap staring off at the floor.

"It seems like all I'm good for is fucking." I felt confused.

"What happened?" I asked cautiously.

He looked down at his lap and smiled softly.

"It was nothing, he didn't mean it. He was drunk, it was the alcohol not him." What?

"Who-"

"Ian." I could only assume that was his boyfriend..?

It was quiet again, I could hear a light sniffle from Tyler. I looked up at him to see if he was ok, his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Hey are you ok?" I kept my voice soft to not scare him.

"I'm fine." He shook his head and smiled.

"Wanna tell me how you got that gnarly bruise?" This was starting to get awkward.

I watched as he took a deep breath and his face contorted.

"Well, he had texted me that he missed me and I thought he was serious this time. So he asked if he could come over and I said sure, I was so excited cause I wanted to finally talk to him and just hug him. But when he arrived I realized it was just the same old 'I'm drunk and horny, let's fuck'." Geez how often was this?

"I tried stopping him just so we could Y'know maybe talk about each other but he was in such a rush, and when I tried to tell him something he-he smacked me. I was a little thrown off by that but you know I just thought it was the alcohol. But when I tried to ask him why he did it he kept telling me to shut up and then he..." his eyes glazed with more tears.

I carefully scooted closer to him and gently rubbed his back.

"Take your time." I cooed.

"He h-hit me. He's never done that before, it's not like him. He kept hitting me-over the smallest of things, like he said I wasn't "moaning loud enough"." I adverted my eyes again.

I tried to stop my brain from picturing what that would sound like, my face felt hot.

"But he doesn't mean it right? He was just drunk, it wasn't him...right? Ian would never..." he looked at the wall and I watched as his face turned to realization, he looked so sad.

"If someone truly loves another person they would never hit them." He muttered a few no's and fresh tears shown in the light.

A single tear slipped from his eye and I reached up cautiously and wiped it away with my thumb, gently hooking a finger under his chin and turning his head towards me.

"Hey," I gave him a concerned look.

His eyes were glittery with tears and his cheeks were splotched a light pink, besides the bruise that covered one. Yet it all made him look even more precious and pretty. For just a moment, just a second, his eyes looked lost. But they changed to sadness before the flood gates opened. I removed my finger from under his chin and let him hang his head. The sounds that left him broke my heart, I didn't like seeing him like this. Gently I pulled him into a warming hug, wrapping my arms around him in a comforting manor. His broken sobs flooded my ears, though muffled by my shirt.

"I thought he loved me, all I wanted was to go back to the way it was in the beginning. When he would call me beautiful and we would watch movies together. Now he just tells me I'm a pig a-and doesn't even look at me. He doesn't love me for who I am-he's embarrassed to be seen with me!" I hugged him tightly and started rocking lightly back and forth.