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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 6:25:14 GMT -5
"Okay." I put him in the middle of the bed and propped him up on pillows, wrapping him in the bedsheets, before laying next to him and putting my arms around him. "It'll be okay, I'll be your glue."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 6:29:57 GMT -5
"Not okay," was the last thing I muttered before my eyes dropped shut.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 6:34:19 GMT -5
Even though he wasn't really listening, I still whispered after it, "If you're alive, it's okay in my eyes."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 7:23:07 GMT -5
I awoke in an unfamiliar bed. This was never a guarantee it wasn't my bed, but the fact I was in a bed at all was a shock. I'd grown quite used to the comfort of my carpeted closet floor. I rolled over to see Brendon lying next to me and oh god, did I? The messed up hair, the unfamiliar bedroom. I couldn't understand. Then I glanced beneath the sheets and found myself fully clothed, my fly done up and okay, thank god. It was about that moment that I woke up well enough to remember it all. I was grinning relentlessly by the time my mind reached the end of the evening. I was staring at him, playing with his hair, grinning ridiculously and this was looking dangerously like a morning after type deal, but I didn't even care. This moment was just so perfect for me.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 7:33:08 GMT -5
I woke to feel William's hand in my hair, and him with a smile as wide as he had ever seen on his face. "Hey, feeling rested?" I yawned, hoping he could understand me.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 7:40:02 GMT -5
"Uh-huh," I nodded sharply, biting my lip to hold back the creepy grin a little. "Your bed is incredibly comfortable."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 7:43:53 GMT -5
"It is a hotel bed, remember? Well, you probably don't, but yeah." I stretched as I got out of the bed, turning back to look at Bill. "You look happier. It's nice."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 7:53:01 GMT -5
My heart sank a little as I remembered how miserable had been the day before, for weeks before. As I remembered that I had to be dragged out of my apartment. I shook my head clear and stared him in the eye. "Breakfast?" I asked.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 8:00:58 GMT -5
"Of course." I knew he hadn't remembered anything until I reminded him. Why did I have to do that, why was I so stupid! I watched him distantly, as he untangled himself from the sheets I wrapped him in last night, checking he was still intact and not covered in more scars.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 16:39:46 GMT -5
It took me a moment, standing in the small kitchenettes, to remember how this place works. Where to search. As the distant memories kicked in, I began to scramble through cupboards, finding bread and single serves of spreads, of milk, of cereal. Single serves, always. Pre-assigned portion control. It was all almost twice as much as I'd usually eat. I tallied up the calories in my head and was too disgusted to think of eating it all. I scraped the tiniest amount of jam- no butter, it's full of fat- onto my toast before I prepared his feast and brought it to him on a tray.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 29, 2011 3:25:51 GMT -5
I ate my food, watching William just stare at his toast. "Thanks..." I was supposed to be looking out for him, it felt awkward when he brought me food.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 29, 2011 6:38:52 GMT -5
"I missed cooking," I sighed. I slid a little closer to him. Picked at the bread. Once or twice, even pretended to take a bite and tore off a bit when he wasn't looking.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 29, 2011 7:01:54 GMT -5
"Cooking food is better than eating food, sometimes." When I'd finished eating, I took my plates to the kitchen and came back to see his toast still only partially picked at. "Just, take a bite... please? Just one, and then you can throw it out?"
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 29, 2011 7:15:05 GMT -5
45 grams bread, white, toasted. 132 calories. One bite is about 1/8 of a slice. 16.5 calories. Strawberry preserves, 1 tablespoon. Approximately 50 calories. Divide roughly by 16. 3.125. 19.625 calories in one bite. Round to twenty. I could take about five bites. Five. Anymore then that, and I'd freak. 100 calories. I can deal with that. Just the hundred. Maybe. I took a bite. It actually hurt to swallow.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 29, 2011 7:19:55 GMT -5
I watched, wide eyed as he actually took a bite. I saw him wince as he swallowed. "You, you don't need to eat any more if you don't want to."
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