The Liar From Hell (Shyan) [Completed]

Feeling

Shane's eye slowly pried themselves open, and as he stretched his hand brushed past the empty spot on the bed next to him. Frowning, he sat up, stretching his arms wide across his chest. The smell of coffee filled the air, pulling him towards the kitchen. In there he saw his cohost standing in front of the coffee machine, seemingly lost in thought. He gently knocked on the empty doorframe, alerting Ryan of his presence. "Hey. Good morning."

Ryan jumped a little, startled by the sudden voice of his friend. "Oh, uh, good morning. Want coffee?" Shane nodded and Ryan poured the pot into two mugs. He put milk and sugar in his own, then set it down and leaned against the counter. "We need to talk."

Shane took his mug, nodding. "Yeah. We do."

Ryan leaned against the counter, running a hand anxiously through his bed head. "I saw you last night. In, in my nightmare." He chewed on his lip. "You had your...uh...you know." He gestured loosely to the top of his head.

"Ry I'm sorry...I didn't-" Ryan held a hand up in front of Shane's face, causing him to stop talking.

"It's not your fault. It's ok. I just..I need more information, ok? I need to know more about this. To try and understand it? It'll help me feel better, I think."

"Yeah, yeah of course. Okay." Shane pulled a dinning room chair up, sitting on it backwards. "Well, uh, my human name is Shane. So, that's the truth. I'm not actually 32...I'm 3200." Ryan almost choked on his coffee. "And I've been roaming around Earth this whole time. I was sent here to collect souls and all that, but I'm really not made for it. So, ya know, the big man downstairs kinda just left me to my own devices as long as I didn't cause trouble. I took the job at Buzzfeed on a whim, just wanted to try something new. I can't really die, so I want to try as many things as possible. I usually work somewhere for about half a decade and then find somewhere new to start. And I met you, Ryan, and I just...didn't want to leave. You're my best friend, and that's the truth too." Shane looked up at his cohost, relieved to see a face of compassion rather than confusion.

"Well thank you, for telling me all of that. But I still don't understand." Ryan took a step closer to him. "Why were you so scared in the Bender house? I could see it in your face during the intro. Why were you so nervous if you knew the entity couldn't hurt you?"

"Because of you, Ryan." Shane gestured toward the shorter man. "I knew there was something i there that could really hurt you."

Ryan nodded, slightly horrified at this answer. But strangely, it also bright him a sense of comfort. He knew that Shane would protect him. "While I appreciate the concern, I'm pretty sure I can handle myself Mr. Madej." Ryan put enough emphasis on his cohosts last name to solicit a chuckle out of him.

"I'm sure you can, Bergara. But I'm still gonna be there. Not because I think you can't, but just in case. You can't get rid of me that easily. I'll always be there, understand?"

Ryan nodded, a sudden pressure building up in his chest. He turned away from the taller man to hide the redness growing across his cheeks. But it was too late, Shane had already seen it. And for the first time in a very, very long time, he had a similar feeling.