𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 • 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡.

Boris Isnt Afraid.

Theo lay paralysed on his bed going through another one of his tear-sodden nights, facing away from Boris, Boris sound asleep. A blade of light protrudes from between the half-closed curtains, landing onto Theo's face and onto Boris' back, with Boris' bruised and lanky build challenging the shadows. Tears fall down Theo's face as he put his earphones on, reminiscing to The Velvet Underground. An old band for Theo's old soul(worn out and used)

The noise of Boris' breathing, the turning fan, and popchyk curling up into a ball by both Boris and Theo's legs were being blocked off from the music, and before Theo knows it, he feels the bed shift and a cold palm touch his shoulder.

"Potter?" Boris groggily queried.

Theo soon wants to join popchyk in curling up, wanting to disappear, to be invisible. Theo lifted himself to lay at his side, facing away from Boris. Theo pretends not to hear him, like the music blasting through his earphones is making him deaf, and his eyes are glued to stare at the single lamppost outside of their window, through the opening of the curtain for as many hours as possible.

He isn't one to admit his cowardice. Theo is afraid of Boris. Afraid of how Boris seems to go against the world, as though somehow he is the only sane person in it. He is afraid of how Boris is living his life despite having an abusive father and no mother to come home to(although Theo is rather much the same.) Theo is afraid of how Boris could take things so well, how decisive Boris is compared to Theo himself. it was obvious how much of a pussy Theo is at that moment(no joke, he's crying at 3am) and he hates himself for it, but what Theo despises the most is how Boris makes him feel...

weird.

Theo feels wrong around him. Theo fears these emotions will soon begin to corrupt him, to force him to open up everything he's been hiding inside him, exposing each and every characteristic of himself. As of now Boris repeats himself, pulling Theo backwards so he would be laying with his back on the bed, Boris hovering over him, the intensity of his eyes persuasive and concerning.

the music is cut off because of Boris pulling Theo's earphones out.

"you okeh?" Boris obliviously asks.

it was obvious Theo has been crying from the dried tears, a few new ones clouding Theo's eyesight. Boris wants Theo to talk to him. Boris wants to comfort and help Theo. The both of them stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before Theo finally lets out a "leave me alone, Boris." Theo could sense and see the pain in Boris' expression when his eyes droop low, worry and confusion flooding Boris' mind.

"Theo, is okay. Am here for you," Boris has a stubborn outlook which Theo too admires, but not in times like now. Again, Theo feels all his emotions colliding onto him and all Theo wants to do is for Boris to fall on top of him and to hug him tightly(like those drunken unspoken nights Theo and Boris used to have) as though he would lose everything when he lets go.

"I am fine, Boris." Theo states in a slight panicking state, not sure whether or not to continue his façade of fake pretend or to break down and 'reveal himself' all at once, exposing his inner demons. "Now just get back to sleep." Theo finally decides.

Theo is wishing for Boris to do what he wants Boris to do, to intertwine their bodies together, filling Theo with his bodily warmth to make up for his freezing, cold heart. But Boris simply nods, leans down to kiss Theo's forehead, and to do only that, before releasing his weight from above Theo and sliding back to his side of the bed, leaving Theo empty once again, with only Boris' lips lingering on his forehead.