nowhere to go ⇮ brallon

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Dallon's POV:
"Yeah man, bring some of your first aid stuff and get here as soon as you can. Literally I don't even care that you were asleep when I called, you're awake now. Plus it's only like 10:30 dude it's too early to bed so really I'm doing you a favor. Okay, 10 minutes is fine. He won't let me take him to the hospital. Just hurry."

I hung up the phone and waited for him to get here.
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I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Ryan so I went over to open it for him, Brendon was still in the bathtub, so I would have some time to catch him up on the situation before he actually tried to interact with Bren and scared him to death, even though he probably would anyways.

"Hey man! I wasn't really sure what all to bring, so I just brought like everything that was already in my first aid kit, and then gauze and the gauze tape you use for noses. Where is he, and what's his name? You told me on the phone but I forgot. Ha, no surprise there. Anyways, what's up-" Ryan just kept going on and on, I love the man, but I had to cut him off due to the lack of time before Brendon got done in the bathtub.

"That's fine. His names Brendon. Uh he's in the bathtub he should be out soon, but is it okay if I catch you up on the situation so you don't freak him out as badly? He should only be like 5 or so minutes." I told him with a sigh, and began to tell him the story of how I ended up in this situation, and what little I knew about Brendon.

"Wow, so like, does he trust you? Like is he comfortable around you?" He asked, not really knowing how to word it.

"I mean, I convinced him to trust me enough to come back here at least for the night but I told him he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. But I don't think he trusts me, like I tried to help him stand up when we were about to leave his house and he freaked out and backed up further towards the wall. And he doesn't talk to me unless I talk to him." I told him with a long sigh.

"Damn, that's actually crazy. You're like a Saint, man." He giggled.

"Barely, what else could I have done? Between you and me, I hope he stays with me at least for a while if this works out, I feel like if not then he will go back to his boyfriend one way or another. Rather he would choose to, I'm not sure." 

As soon as I said that I heard a small voice from down the hallway. I told Ryan I would be right back and I walked towards my bathroom
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"Hey Bren! What did you say? I was talking to Ryan and I couldn't quite hear ya, I'm sorry." I told him, from outside the bathroom door.

"I-I...  D-Do you h-have any e-extra c-clothes I can w-wear until I w-wash t-these, Sir?" He asked without opening the door.

"Oh! Yeah I have plenty of pajamas. Normally I just wear a t-shirt and either boxers or flannel pants to bed though so that's all I have." I asked him, I felt dumb for forgetting about him needing pajamas.

"Y-yeah that's fine, S-Sir." He peaked his head through the door this time. I could see that he had been crying, and that he still had some blood on his face.

I giggled to lighten the mood and told him yes.  He was much smaller than me so he would practically swim in these clothes.

"S-Sir?" He asked. "W-Will you stay b-by me when we g-go out with y-your friend, please." He stared directly at the floor when he asked, and his cheeks turned even more red than they already were.

"Sure! I would say that I would hold your hand or something but I know you don't like to be touched, so just let me know what you want me to do and I'll do it!" I told him, glad that he wanted me for support, hopefully that means he trusts me a little bit.

"I t-think I-I'll be f-fine as l-long as I'm n-next to someone I-I kinda know." I'm so glad he said that. I know we've only known each other for a few hours, but I feel responsible for him.