(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•*"Vent"*•

.•*"Vent"*•. 
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[1 Month Later...]

Dust opened the door to his home sweet home, he'd been out with his friends and surprisingly made it home sober... okay he may have smoked a little weed but that doesn't matter. It helped him calm down. Lately, he'd been under a lot of stress and anxiety because if his constant worry of Classic, who had been starting to act a little different. Yet whenever Dust would try to bring it up, the smaller would quickly shoot the topic down, so he never really got any information on how the smaller was feeling...or if he was okay at all.

Dust let out a sigh and walked over to the couch after closing the door behind him. He flopped down on to the couch, his soul feeling like a weight holding him down and if it were to be any heavier...he'd basically crush the couch. Dust closed his eyes, wanting to take a small cat nap, but his eyes shot back open when hearing a thud from upstairs. Quickly, he scrambled off of the couch and on to his feet, and bolted up the stairs. He'd been use to doing this and seeing Classic on the bed, clearly pretending to sleep. Each time he always thought he'd see a different, or worse scene, but so far that hasn't come....thankfully.
Dust opened the door to see Classic in bed, pretending to sleep like he usually does. Usually, Dust would sigh and walk back downstairs, but this day isn't gonna be a usual day. He closed the door behind him and made his way to the bed,
"Hey, Classy? I know your still awake." Dust sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. Classic only responded with a small groan, peeking his head out of the covers,
"...Dusty?"
Dust looked at Classic, noticing pain and discomfort in his eyes. Dust gave Classic a concerned look,
"Classy, I need to know...how are you?"
"I'm as good as I'll ever be." Classic smiled...but it was clearly forced.
"Well, if being in discomfort is good to you then I guess so. So tell me what's wrong." Dust shifted a bit so that he could comfortably face Classic. Classic only hid his face in the covers, not responding.
"Hey, come here." Dust grabbed the covers and started to pull them down, causing Classic to flinch and attempt to hide deeper in the covers. Dust went stopped and went silent for a while, before getting s serious look on his face.

"Classic."
"...yeah?"
"Show me your arms."