Eduardo x Jon Story

Jon's Experiances in the Red Army pt 2....I Guess

Sorry about not updating. Alot of dumbshit happened and now I'm feeling pretty low, but hey I'm here now and I missed you all! I love reading comments and I love replying and stuff!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have a wonderful day/night where ever you are.

It took Jon almost an hour to get Bing to talk to him. Let alone open the door, which thankfully took fifteen minutes.
Jon stared as the disheveled man set his puffy, red eyed gaze down to the floor.
He was unsure of what to say to the man now that they were face to face. He looked sickly, skinny and pale.

"So..."

Bing did not reply, but turned and walked out of the hall into the lab.
Jon of course followed him, waiting at the door until the scientist sat at his desk.
He faced away from Jon, shaking slightly as he picked up a pencil.
Reluctantly he pressed it against the paper drawing only a line before the lead broke.
In that moment the older man snapped, letting his head smack against the desk.
Jon sighed as he watched the pitiful sight and cringed at the sound of soft sobbing.

He walked past him to the kitchen where he searched for two specific items.
When he found them, he returned to the man's desk.
Jon placed a glass next to Bing and poured a cup of wine.
"You look like you need a drink."

Bing turned his head and sniffed, rubbing at his agitated eyes again.
"So do you, you look like you've been to hell and back," the man rasped, tears still running down his cheeks.
"What gives you that idea?"
Bing grabbed the glass and downed it.
"Your eyes. Your eyes say you've been through some shit.
Larry had those eyes too."

Jon glanced away uncomfortably, "well, I can't lie. Doctor Roderick isn't an ideal doctor."

At the doctors name Bing shot up and snapped, "they let that crazy sadistic bastard experiment on you?!"

Jon blinked, "I assume you two are acquainted?"

Bing ignored the question and poured another glass.
"You need a drink too,

Jon shrugged, "I've never drank before."
Bing gaped at him.
"Never?"
"Nope."
"Even after meeting Roderick?"
Jon nodded in response.
"You poor bastard."
He handed Jon the bottle, "s'all yours."

Around twenty minutes later Bing was fairly drunk while Jon was still sober. He'd drunk most of the bottle and he did not feel the least bit tipsy.
Fucking healing. Now he couldn't even drink away his sorrows.
What fresh hell was this?

"You know," Bing's slurred voice brought Jon out of his thoughts.

"Love is for dumbassses who don't realize how painful it is." Bing continued, "I should've never given him that damn chemical. I should have let him leave when he told me and I should've just built a fucking robot to replace him as my help.
But oh no. I couldn't fucking do that could I? I couldn't let him-"

"Leave you by yourself, because you're lonely and he was your only friend," Jon finished.

Bing wiped his eyes, "whatever I'll just build the robot now. I don't care anymore."

Jon frowned, "you do still care. You wouldn't be crying if you didn't."

Just then the door slammed open with a loud, BANG!

"HEYO BITCHES GUESS WHO NEVER GOT DAIRY KINGS!?"
Patryk shouted out as he Waltzed on in.

"Where's Paul?"

"Red leader summoned him,"Patryk answered simply.
Jon dropped that subject immediately.
He'd learned not to ask too many questions when spending time with the two.
Instead he sipped at the bottle, knowing it was a pointless action.