The Investigator and the Assasin

(17) Comforting the Comforter

The brunet had awoken around 6, the sun already setting over the horizon as he rubbed his tear-stained face. 

He shuffled closer to the warmth as he took deep breaths, oxygen had never felt better.  Opening his eyes slowly as he took in his surroundings, the blonde sleeping peacefully beside him as he slowed his breathing. Taking note of the bandages on his fingers; he cringed knowing such little damage threw him into an anxiety attack.

He could only think of what the other now thought of him,

'God he must think I'm so overdramatic.'

He forced himself to sit up despite the feeling in his gut telling him not to. He slowly exited the large bedroom and made his way to the kitchen, he awoke thirsty. Cringing at the same spot where he panicked for little to no reason.

Yet, everything was clean, there was no mess from where he'd cut himself, nor any flour and excess ingredients on the counters and floors.

He sighed as he opened a cupboard, walking over to the fridge and allowing it to fill his cup as he stood staring at the bandages wrapped around three of his fingers. It stung but he could do with a little pain.

'A little cut is nothing George... they went through worse so man up.'

Yet it wasn't enough to stop the tears from pricking the corners of his eyes as the cup overflowed, the cold water falling onto his hand causing him to pull away almost immediately. The loud sound of glass shattering caused him to yelp as he fell back.

'The sound of glass breaking in the background and muffled screaming could be heard'

He hyperventilated as he stared at the water spilled on the floor, it slowly began turning red as his breathing quickened

"George, I'm scared.." 

The sound of a closet door opening was heard as his brother screamed, thrashing and glass breaking, his mothers screams echoed in the background.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as the blood made it's way towards him, the glass surrounding him pricked his soft skin causing it to bleed as he sobbed. 

Gripping his hair and covering his ears

"Don't go, forget about college!"

"If you get someone pregnant before marriage you can forget your life mister!"

"We'll be here for you when you come back."

"I wanna be just like you George."

"I didn't resign for you to follow, i resigned because i want you to stay."

"You're gaining unnecessary publicity."

His breath caught in his throat as a singular memory had suddenly overpowered everything

"Son, please come visit this Thanksgiving, we miss you."

"Mom, you know I can't."

"George Henry Davidson, we must see you. Everyone here misses you!-"

"Dad I have work to do."

     .      .      .

It was always work wasn't it?

A firm grip on his hand brought him out of his daze as he looked up at the person who he had learned to grow attached to over the past few weeks.

Nothing about him had changed from when they were back in college