Nothing /// Mullette Asylum Fic

4.5?

Hercules
To say Hercules was surprised when he returned to his room would be an understatement.
He had gotten up really thirsty in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen. There he found Angelica, who he had a pleasant conversation with before waving goodbye and returning to his room.

Outside, curled up on the floor with his back pressed against the cold metal, was Lafayette. The Frenchman was shaking, muttering things in his native language that Hercules had no possible way of deciphering.
Hercules bent down, gently placing a hand on on of the immigrant's shaking shoulders. Lafayette barely reacted, still shivering and muttering.

Hercules carried Lafayette into his room, setting him down on the bed.
He said nothing, just waited.
Lafayette eventually stopped mumbling and slowly looked up, tears falling down from his eyes.
Hercules opened his arms and Lafayette practically dived into them, sobbing and choking while Hercules held him.
Tears stained the older boy's shirt, but he didn't care, just wrapped his arms securely around his best friend.
The Frenchman held onto Hercules like he was his lifeline, sobbing about him being a stupid orphan who can only do bad in the world.

"Hey, hey, that's not true. You've done so much good for the other kids here", Hercules soothed. "Most of them have recovered faster from whatever they're facing because of how eager to help you are. George loves you, Alex loves you, everyone here loves you!"
"Including you?" Lafayette whispered into Hercules' chest.
Hercules laughed. "Of course I do! How could I not, you're adorable!"
"Then say it", Lafayette said softly.

"I- I love you", Hercules said, feeling his heart almost leap out of his chest and run sound screeching.
Lafayette hummed in satisfaction before curling up in Hercules' lap.
Hercules could've sworn he heard the boy whisper "I love you too" but he must've been imagining it.

*taps mic* This thing on? Cool. Um hi, hello, howdy. It's yer boi Author-ly One, broadcasting live from somewhere in Ireland.

I know this is the first time I've properly engaged with the two people who bother to read this (apart from those two times when I pointed something out in the last chapter).

I had stuff to say but kept my mouth shut because nobody reads the author's notes. So I can say horrible things like 'Trump is an okay president' and 'the dab is not dead!' in peace. (It made me gag to write those)

That's it really. I just think Laf and Herc are adorable and wanted to write a thing.

Jeffmads in the next chapter, good luck with the lotto, peace.