[CLOSED] nothing but broke promises.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I love you too.." Connor murmured softly, breaths slow and relaxed again. He swallowed after a moment. "Deacon..?" He gazed up at him, let out a soft breath. "My friends parents died i-in a house fire just a f-few nights ago... he texted me..a-and-...." He worked his jaw. Did they s-suffer a lot..?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon tried to remember who he had gone to get a few nights ago. He usually was dead asleep when Death went to get souls.

"I don't think so. The last people I remember getting from a fire, they passed out before they died. When I went to get them, they didnt know they were dead. So no, they didn't suffer." He kissed the top of his head. "Most people in a house fire pass out from inhaling smoke, baby. Unless they're awake and trying to get someone out."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tightened his jaw to keep it from trembling. "Okay.." He whispered softly, resting his head back on Deacon's chest again. The answer seemed to put him at ease a little more, at he he could tell Seth and Cala that much, hopefully make it a little easier for them, considering Seth had nearly died when they crashed the car that night, how they were staying at some friends because they had nowhere else to go and he had to hide his sister from being taken into foster care.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close, kissing the top of his head before he made his way downstairs. He found Connor a couple granola bars, and grabbed a bottle of orange juice. He climbed the stairs again, sitting them down on the night stand. He leaned over the bed, kissing him slowly. "Tomorrow's gonna be a rough day. Mentally and physically. So I'd do as little as possible today if I were you." He said, climbing into Connor's side of the bed. He turned over onto his side, running his hand up and down his side. "You are so perfect.. I don't know how I lived without you.." He said quietly, almost dreamily.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I know.." He murmured softly, smiled. "I-I'm not that perfect.." He insisted, nuzzling noses gently. He reached up to play with Deacon's hair gently, then grabbed a granola bar.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You are to me." He said quietly, laying back so he could eat without being bothered. A million thoughts ran through his head, most of which upset him. He tried to focus on other things, anything. He rubbed his nose, pulling the blanket up to tear off a loose string.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor worked absently on the one bar before he decided he didn't want to eat anymore. An apple a day and just now being able to have a little more freedom, he had definitely filled out some, but his bones could still be felt, seen. They just weren't sharp juts that screamed death anymore. He rolled on to his side, a hand under his cheek as he gazed affectionately at Deacon.