rayofsunshine_xx requested one where Alex is sad & George is comforting him:
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"Hi Al." George enters the apartment, assuming Alex is playing FIFA.
"I went to town with James, did you kn-"
He pauses when he realises.
"Alex?" He wanders over to the sofa, "Hey look at me."
Alex's eyes remain locked with the floor, his hands covering his face.
"Please." George sighs.
He's once again unresponsive so George takes matters into his own hands.
"Why're you covering your face? Abby didn't turn you into Mike Wazowski again, did she?" He laughs, "For god sakes! I was only gone for an ho-"
"It's nothing mate." Alex finally speaks, shuffling further away.
"Clearly not." George states, "now tell me what's up or I'll expose your card details for real this time!" He jokes.
"Honestly I'm fine." Alex moves his hands slightly, offering a weak grin.
Attempting to leave the sofa, George pulls him back down.
He frowns at the sight of him, drained and emotionless, staring absentmindedly at the wall.
While his eyes aren't yet shut, they're not entirely open either.
"Alex?" George captures his hands in his own, combing through his hair, Alex finally turns to face him.
"Mhm?" He breathes, edging closer to him.
"What's wrong?" George pouts, letting him fiddle with the strings of his hoodie.
"..I'm fine." Alex shakes his head, "how was town?"
"No you're not." George raises his chin, "tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing. Just tired."
"Alex you barely acknowledged me when I came in, even when I sat beside you."
"Sorry. Zoned out I s'pose"
"I know..but you do that when you're upset." He slides closer,
"Talk to me." George lifts him gently, relaxing him across his lap.
Alex's eyes still won't leave the floor.
"I promise I'm okay. It's late, you sh-"
"Alex I just got home and you didn't get up or anything. Normally you're racing over because your dependent ass can't handle being away from me for over twenty minutes." George remarks, ruffling his hair.
"Not true!" He whines.
George raises an eyebrow,
"I can handle it! I just don't like to.."
He blushes at this, noticing Alex shivering slightly.
"You cold?"
"A bit yeah."
George grabs the throw from the sofa, draping it over the two of them.
Bringing Alex closer, he runs his fingers through his hair.
"So..you gonna tell me what's bothering you?"
Alex sits up.
"I just..I feel like a let down.."
"Huh?"
"I'm a failure."
"What? Where has this come from?"
"I'm a failure. I can't do anything right. All I ever do is mess up an-"
As stoic as George is, seeing Alex in this state breaks his heart a little.
"Hey, hey no." He interrupts, "you are everything but a failure!"
Alex meets his gaze,
"I'm being serious, in-fact I don't think I've ever met someone more committed to what they d-"
"Ge-"
"Nah, I'm not letting you degrade yourself like this. It's all you ever do.
You think you're annoying, that you don't deserve anything you have, the career, the friends.
All you're ever doing is putting yourself down, claiming you're worthless and ugly. Why're you so hard on yourself?"
Alex blinks at this,
"You make self deprecating jokes because it makes it easier but I'm putting an end to it.
You wish you looked different, acted different, that you were someone else. You think no one could ever love you because you're 'just Alex', is that right?"
Alex nods, not daring to react.
"Hmm well, that's where you're wrong.
Because you're amazing okay? More than amazing. You're kind hearted, a good friend..I mean sure, you're a complete idiot at times but your sense of humour makes up for that."
He chuckles.
"Al, you say that Will's come so far and he should be proud.
You're always telling James he needs to give himself more credit because he's great at what he does.
And me? Well you build me up everyday.
I get frustrated over the small things but who's always there to calm me down?
I get worried when something isn't going right but who's always there to tell me it's going to be okay?
I've been through multiple break ups and who has always been there to help me get back up again?
Saying that anyone would be lucky to have me and that you wish I could see myself how others do.
I get worked up and think I'm incapable but who has never stopped believing in me?
You Alex. It's always you.
But what about yourself?
You do all these things for other people, so why, when it comes to you, is that so difficult?
I hate it. I hate seeing you like this.
So forget about us. And for once, give YOURSELF more credit!"
"George I..I don't know what to say." Alex leans into him, eyes bright at his words.
"Then don't say anything. You do enough of that for everyone else."
A sheet of silence falls upon the room until,
"I love you."
George squeezes him with a grin,
"And for the record..anyone would be lucky to have you too."
Alex turns his head, face reddening.
"Wish I was." George mumbles.
"Huh?"
"I-er..nothing."
"No.." Alex sits up, mouth curved slightly. "What did you say?"
He doesn't speak, just watching in awe as Alex climbs on top of him, adjusting himself above his waist.
"You wish..'you' were?"
George just nods, unable to talk.
"Yeah?" Alex leans down, hands sifting through his hair.
He glides up his frame, breathing down his neck.
"Alex please.." George musters up.
"Please what?" He teases.
"Kiss me..please."
Satisfied, he connects their lips, deepening it even more as George pulls him closer.
"Well.." Alex leans in again.
"Well?"
Making his way up George's neck, he begins trailing a path of purple marks, readjusting himself every time he lets out a whine.
"Maybe I think you are."
