(Of course I'm starting with Treebros)
(It's pretty much the only thing that's been requested, haha)
(In case you don't know this: Treebros is the ship of Evan and Connor from Dear Evan Hansen)
(Also, sorry in advance, but this one is kinda long and boring)
(I think it's kinda cute though!)
(Connor's POV)
"Alright... open your eyes," I said, my hand in Evan's to make sure he didn't fall while he was walking.
He did as he was told and looked around.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?"
"Look at the dresser," I told him with a laugh.
He shifted his gaze to where I was pointing and froze.
"I-Is that..?"
"It's a bonsai tree!" I exclaimed, smiling brightly. He didn't return the same reaction.
"I-In o-our room?" His voice seemed to shake a little. Shit.
"Yeah. I thought it might, uh, help?" My smile turned sheepish. "I was hoping starting on a small scale would be the best way to start."
"B-But-"
"I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise. Just relax."
I felt him try to lose the tensity in his shoulders, but utterly failing. He gripped my hand tighter.
"C-Connor, I-I won't be able t-to sleep by this," he said to me, his voice shakier.
"But I'll be there with you," I replied. I gently kissed his hand. "No matter what."
"O-Okay."
"And I want you to water it." I cut him off before he could protest. "But I'll help you out. Whatever you want me to do."
He stared at the ground for a few seconds.
"H-How often does it need water?"
"Once every one or two days," I replied. "Usually when the soil looks dry."
He sighed. "I'm only doing this f-for you..."
I smiled. "Fine by me."
— Journal —
Day One
My dear significant other, Connor Murphy, has requested that I provide sustenance to a bonsai tree that now lives alongside us.
He assumes that the plant will facilitate the cure of my irrational fear of such organisms.
I have informed my psychiatrist of this plan, and he asked me to portray my daily thoughts in writing.
My refusal to perform this project is displayed in the intricacy of my word choice.
Today, I provided water to the tree for the first time. Connor held my hand as I poured. He exerted more effort into the process than I did.
My eyelids remained locked shut as the action was performed. Thus, I was unable to experience as much fear as was intended.
The leafy specimen has already managed to impact my day to day life in the span of one day.
I now dread entering my own sleeping quarters, even just to change a piece of clothing.
I no longer engage in acts of intimacy with Connor in that room.
