[Starvation] Anorexic! Depressed! Patryk x Paul

Tell me.

(oof I didn't feel like drawing)

~Some time later~

Paul's POV:

    Something's wrong. I know it. I need to get to the bottom of this. I looked over at Patryk who was sitting down on the floor. "Patryk." I called. He looked over at me. "Come here please." I asked, and after doing so he came over to me. "What's up, Paul.?" Patryk asked, slightly nervous. "You need to tell me what's wrong." I said solemnly. "And I am not, I repeat, not going to take, it's nothing, for an answer." I finished. Patryk hesitated, his gaze shifting.

   "..But.. y..you don't.." He muttered under his breath. "What was that?" I asked. "Y..You don't.." Patryk started again. I waited patiently for him to finish his sentence. "C..care.." He finished. My eyes widened, filling with many emotions. I immeidately hugged him, tightly.

    "But, I do. I always have. What makes you think that.?" I asked, my (big fuckin')brows furrowing, eyes filled with worry. "T..The voices.." Patryk spoke, warm tears slipping down his cheeks. "..The voices.?" I repeated. "What voices?" I asked, clearly concerned for Patryk. "The v-voices in my head.. th-they say.. you... don't.. c—"  "Don't finish that sentence." I told him. "Don't listen to the stupid voices. I care for you, more than you can imagine."

    I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but, that could just make it extremely awkward for us if he doesn't like me back. "Th-Thanks Paul.." Patryk stuttered before hiccuping. I rubbed his back, feeling his spine. "It's no problem, it's what friends do." I told him, my tone soft and gentle. Patryk smiled. A real smile.