Home is Where the Heart is

Goats Are Pretty Chill [Modern]

This one takes place before Ryuuji is born,,,, well obviously since its where Allen and Alma find out about him [Allen 17, Alma 20] Original Docs Title: Only I can stop me from writing angst every 30 seconds Warning for vomit mention, being in public, and two idiots in love

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"You have no idea how glad I am that Mana gave you permission to pick me up from classes if in got sick, I don't think I would've lasted another half hour in the nurse's office laying on that uncomfortable cot, especially this close to the end of the school year for us Seniors." Leaning his forehead up against the cool glass of the car window, he sighed softly, watching as it fogged up a little around his mouth. It was only about one or so in the afternoon, over an hour until his school day would normally be over, but he wasn't too glad for the early release. He still couldn't understand what had made him sick in the first place, the only thing he could think to blame it on being whatever one of his uncle's other students had brought in for lunch. That still didn't explain why he got sick over smelling food, but he wanted to just brush it off as a stomach bug for now.

"I understand that, especially with being the same as she always was. Does your stomach still hurt, or do you think you could get something down for now? It was barely lunch when you got to the office, so I know that you haven't eaten." Moving to sit back in his seat again, he felt his boyfriend's hand rubbing against the back of his shoulder. Barely catching those bright blue eyes look over to him, he wasn't prepared to hear the other laugh.

"What? Is there something on my face? I thought I cleaned everything off after I got sick in uncle Nea's classroom." Watching as the passenger visor was pulled down, all while the other still kept his attention mostly on the road, he took a brief glance into the mirror embedded in the material.

"Technically yes, there's a whole lot of red on your forehead. Hey!" Seeing the pressure mark from when he had been pressing his forehead to the window, he lightly batted at the other's arm in annoyance.

"Oh shut up Alma! I thought you were being serious. And anyway at least half of my forehead is red from my scar and the tattoo that covers it." Huffing a little under his breath, he turned to face the window to his side again, arms tugging at the jacket he was currently borrowing from the other. Feeling a warm hand on his leg, he tried to relax himself more. No need to get worked up and risk getting sick in his boyfriend's car, that would be a mess, literally.

"Sorry Allen. Anyway you didn't answer my question. I don't want you getting sick from not eating just as much as the other way around. If anything I'll pick something up for you for when you're feeling better." Blinking a little, he glanced down the street they were on for a moment.

"Probably just something small for right now, I really don't want to risk it." Glancing over to see Alma nod, he sat back more into the seat, watching as buildings and trees passed before the vehicle was stopped. He was getting ready to step out to go inside with the other, but felt his wrist being tugged on lightly so he was kept in his seat.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a little bit with the food. I'll leave the keys with you so you can keep the heater on and mess with the radio if you want. Send a message if you think of something you want from inside, we can stop by a store to get saltines and ginger ale on the way back to my place." Nodding, he kept himself unbuckled as he felt himself being kissed on the forehead, watching the young adult close the drivers side door and walk off. Picking his phone back up from where it had been charging in the center console, he accidentally turned on the radio with his wrist as he moved his hands, and unfortunately music was not playing on this station. Instead it was one of those advertisements for IVF that were always being played. They usually annoyed him to no end, mostly because it turned the car trip somber for longer than he liked. But something about it made him think, turning on his phone screen and barely managing to access the internet. Most of his searches led to the same one or two results, part of him honestly hoping that his subconscious was wrong in it's pleading guess to his ailment. He's seventeen and graduating in a few weeks, he doesn't need that on his plate right now. Not only that but he didn't know how Alma would react if it was the truth.