[CLOSED] like a puzzle.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin looked over at him, afraid that he was going to get scared again. He hugged him tightly, gently stroking his hair. "If you wanna shower you can go take a shower and wash the blood off of you." He offered him. He gently stroked his hair, looking down at him. He chewed on his lip, feeling out of place.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hesitated, not so sure that he wanted to. But maybe it would help... He worked his jaw some. "Y-yeah..thanks..." He murmured, sitting up and looking around the room warily. There was nothing, nobody in his head. It had come out of nowhere earlier though. He was just afraid that if it came back again it wouldn't go away. And all he wanted so bad was to sleep...

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin nodded, getting up carefully. He showed him to the bathroom and ran him a warm shower, then went into his bedroom and grabbed him a pair of pajama pants. He walked back in, handing him the pants and then his towels before he left to let him take a shower.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor wandered in, checking the bathroom carefully, picking at his nails. It was as if his stress, his habits and urges, had come out of nowhere so suddenly. As if he couldn't resist. He watched Kellin leave, looked around again before undressing slowly and stepping into the shower. He tried to avoid getting his left wrapped hand wet, then gave up, figuring they could redo it. Scrubbed the blood away, he touched the tattoo over his chest, glared at the word faggot on his hip. 'What's wrong fag? You afraid of a little game? You're just a toy huh? Nobody ever loved you.' He gritted his teeth.
'Help!' A little girl screamed. Hands flew to his head and he stumbled forward a step, careful not to fall. It grew louder, faces matching voices before his eyes until he sank down in the shower, drawing his knees up and clutching at his head as he screamed, just trying to make it go away.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin was reheating leftovers for the both of them from last night when he heard him scream. He turned the burner off, running into the bathroom. He grabbed his towel, shutting off the water. He wrapped the towel around him, hugged him tightly. "It's okay, Connor.. No one's here.." He said quietly. He reached up, gently stroking his cheek. "Everything's okay now.. Okay?" He said quietly, then bit his lip.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stumbled up as the towel was wrapped around him, clutched it close as he gagged, tugging helplessly at his hair. "M-make it go away...." He cried angrilyscarred back pressing against Kellin for balance. He groaned softly, pressed the heal of his hand to his forehead.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin hugged him close, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay.. Everything's okay.." He said quietly, reaching up to pry his hands from his hair. "Look at me, okay? I won't let them hurt you. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you now. It's alright." He said, gently stroking his hair. He chewed on his lip, hoping it really would get better, that te voices really would stop.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor only gritted his teeth as he gazed at him brokenly. "I wanna sleep..." He complained, didn't feel good at alk, shouldn't have even been out if bed today. He just wanted this all to go away, be like it had been, back home with Deacon. Home.. He bit down on his lip.

[kellin jon perrette]

"Okay. Lets get you in bed then, okay?" He said gently. He grabbed an extra towel, drying his hair for him before he lead him into his bedroom, hoping for both of their sakes that the medicine would kick in soon. He looked away as he climbed into bed, searching the floor for the remote Jack probably lost. He found it and handed it to him, biting down on his lip.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew on his bottoms, scars visible, as was the tattoo on his chest, bottoms riding low enough to reveal the one on his hip as well. He took the remote and mumbled a thanks, flipping through the channels before setting it aside and scooting over to the wall, slipping beneath the blankets with a shiver.