The Assistant | Scavi

Exhausted

They spent a while in the hammock, Avi was drifting in and out of sleep, which Scott noticed from the way he would breathe and how he would, probably absentmindedly, caress Scott's side when he was awake.

Yet, Avi didn't speak and Scott didn't say anything either. He just laid there with his eyes closed and relished in the feeling of having Avi close. He found himself thinking about what the future could hold for them. Now that Avi was a little chippy due to his panic attack, he didn't think that it would be appropriate to talk about his feelings and a possible future for them together. Still, Scott was positive that their time would come. For the moment, Scott was glad that Avi trusted him and that he was able to help him.

A soft growl pulled Scott out of his thoughts a while later. At first, he thought that Avi was having a nightmare, but when he looked down, he saw that the musician was awake.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"Need to go to the bathroom. But I'm comfy..." he pouted.

Scott chuckled. "I am, too, but maybe we should get up? Do you need help?"

Avi shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno..." he sat up and carefully got out of the hammock. "Should be okay."

Scott smiled. "Want me to wait for you or come inside?"

Avi smiled. "Wait. Cuddles."

"Good..." Scott settled back down into the hammock but watched carefully as Avi walked back into the house.

He waited and while he waited he replied to a text from Esther, asking if everything was alright. He then looked through Twitter for a while, expecting Avi to be back any moment.

But he didn't come. Scott checked the text he had sent Esther, almost fifteen minutes ago. He cursed himself for leaving Avi alone as he went into the house. "Avi?" he called softly, looking around the open space. Nothing. Scott was worried and slowly walked upstairs. He was relieved when he heard noise coming from Avi's bedroom and while he didn't understand why the musician was in the bedroom, he was glad that apparently nothing has happened.

So he walked over to Avi's bedroom and knocked softly, even though he was able to see through the half-open door that Avi was unpacking his bags. "Avi?"

Avi turned around and faltered when he saw Scott. "Oh, you've been waiting... I just wanted to unpack real quick... I forgot."

But Scott just shook his head. "It's fine. I would have stayed downstairs, but I... was worried."

Avi pouted. "Sorry, I didn't think..."

"That's fine, Avi. You're taking care of yourself and that's the most important thing" the blonde replied with a smile on his face.

"Mmhm..." Avi replied. He put his by then empty bag into his closet and turned back to Scott. "So... errm... what do we do now?"

Scott shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. We could go back to the hammock and cuddle and rest or take care of dinner?"

Avi furrowed his brows. "Dinner?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, it's almost 8 and I'm getting hungry. We could order something?"

Avi scrunched his nose. "Or cook?"

Scott smiled. "If you want to, I don't want you to stress..."

Avi shook his head. "Oh boy, cooking is no stress for me, quite the contrary actually. I'm not that hungry, because of the attack, but I know that eating something will help me get better." He took a deep breath. "Let's go downstairs."