"Yeah sure, I'll see you next Saturday." Dorian slid into Oak's house, finishing up his conversation with Paige with a short snap of his flip phone. He breaks out into a wonderfully bright smile at the sight of a dishevelled Oakland, slumped on the couch, watching some inane broadcasting. "How're you doing?" He inquires, blue and white ensemble drastically contrasting Oak's simple nightclothes as he sits down next to him on the sleek black couch. "Has that prick Micheal been giving you any trouble?"
"S'all been fine," Oakland nods casually, pulling a long, lanky arm around Dorian. "Just a few insults, nothing big." He'd bop his head to some cool kid tune, head turning to Dorian for a minute. "And what about you?" He raises an eyebrow. Dorian forces a small smile, nodding and looking down.
"It's all been quite fine, I've hung out with Paige and Niko," He looks back over with his dulled brown eyes. "It was a splendid time I suppose, we wandered around the parks and talked." He rests his hands in his lap, staring at his navy blue slacks, his white dress shirt and blue tie slightly ruffled up. His eyes avert from contact with Oak's, his body stiffening slightly as Oakland caresses his arm with his thumb, his touch gentle like a feather.
"You sure? If anyone's hurt you, I'll beat them with my skateboard." He huffs, taking the taller man's chin with his thumb and index finger. Oakland makes Dorian look over at him, his bright, emerald green eyes searching Dorian's chocolate brown ones for any sign of malcontent. Instead of answering, Dorian simply looked back down, a frown slowly twitching its way onto his lips.
"Honestly, it's fine... Nothing for you to be worried about, of course," His head droops a little as he leans into Oak's side. "It's not important enough for that," He forces a chuckle out, the firsts pricks of tears brimming. He quickly wipes his face, then clears his throat softly. "Besides, your day is more important. How did it go?"
"No no, something's wrong, tell me." Oak's eyebrow knit together in concern as he watches Dorian. His head tilts slightly to the side, gently brushing Dorian's black messy hair with his own. Dorian allows a sigh to escape from him, his shoulders slumping as if weight down by anvils.
"..well, in all honesty... Micheal has been being more of a prick lately. He's... been insulting me for my lack of housing, and for how little clothes I have, and.. nothing that I should be letting get the better of m-me," Dorian looks over, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. "I'm, I-I'm sorry for con-concerning you li-like this," He whimpers quietly, folding his arms and holding his elbows. Oakland's eyes soften as he watches Dorian's tough outer layer crumble, revealing the hurt he's tried to keep under lock from him. "I-I s-should leave re-regardless..." He hiccups softly, beginning to get up, just as Oak's arms fold around him, pulling him against his chest tenderly.
"No no, it's okay. It's okay to be sad about this stuff," He murmurs quietly into his ear, lovingly brushing a few wisps of hair out of Dorian's face. Dorian hides his face in his hands guiltily, before feeling them be removed. Oakland's warm hands gently holding his own, his lips pressing soft, sweet kisses along the back of his neck. "And I'm right here to listen if you need it," Dorian bites his lip softly, a slow smile appearing as he feels the tension leave. Oak makes his way to the top of his spine, each brush of his lips sending tingles throughout Dorian's body, before ending with a soft peck on his cheek.
"I'm here to help you, Dor."
