Part Three

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When Dallon woke up in the morning, Brendon was already up. He had made a beautiful breakfast for the two of them, complete with pancakes, eggs, bacon and a hot chocolate each. It truly was beautiful, and Dallon sort-of froze when he saw the table layout. He must've assumed that he had overstayed his welcome, that there was someone else coming for breakfast with Brendon and he needed to pack up and get out of this apartment, as soon as he could.

He was about to turn around to grab his small bag of possessions when Brendon smiled up at him. "Hey, I made us breakfast, come sit down!"

It was a beautiful feast, and the most amazing food that Dallon had eaten since his mother kicked him out 2 years ago. He made sure to tell Brendon that every two bites, just to make sure that he understood the message of how grateful he was for this exchange. Here he was, a homeless fag who had been sleeping on a park bench for two years, eating the most gorgeous breakfast in a beautiful city apartment with what he truly believed to be the most beautiful man in the room. This had to be a dream.

Brendon just laughed when Dallon pinched himself. "It's okay Dal, honestly. I'm kinda just glad I'm not alone, to be honest. It's my first Christmas alone, and hey, somebody is better than nobody, right? And you seem pretty cool, plus you helped me put up the most kick-ass christmas tree I've ever seen." He gestured to the one in the corner.

Dallon's cheeks went pink. "Thank you, f-for all of this, a-again, it's so much and it's s-so lovely and, a-and you're so nice and, and yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, wondering if he could have phrased that any worse.

Brendon just laughed. "You've made that clear Dal, but don't stress, it's all good. You're welcome to stay as long as you want, as long as you need. I hear there's a snowstorm that's gonna hit the town over the next few days, so I think that today is a good time to go and get the rest of the christmas shopping done, yeah? Plus, we need to go and take you to the doctor, and maybe get some medicine too. You sound a lot better since yesterday, but I really think you need some medical help..."

Dallon was awfully embarrased, and hung his head slightly. "I-I should be fine, i-it's just a cold, you know? I-I've survived lots of colds before!"

"You don't have to be embarrassed, it's okay to see a doctor. If it's an infection or something serious then it's better to get it checked, right?"

"I s-suppose..." Dallon murmured shyly, his cheeks going pink again.

Brendon smiled and put an arm on his shoulder. "You're like a little tomato, Dal. It's adorable. Anyways, I'm gonna go shower and get ready to go. Do you have some clean clothes to wear?"

He went even redder as he shook his head slightly, further embarrassing himself in front of this beautiful man. He was so self-concious and there was nothing he could do to try and make him look like a possible partner. He was just the weird homeless guy who seemed to be a tomato.

Brendon disappeared and came back with a small pile of clothes. "Here, they might be a little small for you, just because you're so tall, but we can get you some other stuff while we're out. The shops have lots of sales on this time of year, anyway."

"B-But don't clothes cost m-money?"

Brendon chuckled. "Yeah, but that's okay. My treat. Early Christmas present, we'll call it. To keep you warm so you don't get sick again. What you were wearing yesterday was more july-wear, not december-wear."

Dallon just sighed and nodded meekly, knowing that Brendon was right and there was no use defending himself. All his warm stuff had either been worn through or stolen, or outgrown and he'd passed it on to someone who seemed like they could use it more than him. Always the kids, seeing kids in the same position he was in always tugged at his heart strings. He deserved this life, but they didn't, so he always tried to make sure that they were warm and safe. Well, to the best of his ability.

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