[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae looked over at Paislee sitting on the floor, playing quietly with her toys. She'd been completely silent since a couple months back, and he was starting to think it was the parasite. She'd at least been a little happy -or happier than she'd been for awhile, if happy's what you could call it- when he'd told her that Ryan was coming to stay the night. He wasn't sure why exactly he was inviting him over, but he did know that Knox was going to come get Paislee sometime that night and bring her back to his place to go swimming.

He brought her the apple he'd been slicing, and she took a bite out of one of them before she turned her attention back to her toys. He sat down next to her in the floor, picking up one of her toys. She held her hand out for it, and he handed it back, carefully pulling his feet up under him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan rubbed carefully at gauze wrapped arms, stitches beneath them tracing from his wrists and halfway up to his inner elbows. He pulled on a sweatshirt so they couldn't be seen, slinking away from a glaring Terance who had dropped him off. He had only been released from the hospital last night, had stayed the night at Terance's place. He approached the door of the surprisingly silent house and knocked softly, just the simple action making his arm ache considering the veins he had practically sliced up. Now that shool was out, he didn't have to worry about his students seeing him like this.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae gasped at the knock, hoping to get a reaction, but Paislee only looked up. "I bet that's Ryan." He said, and she got up, toddling to the door. He opened it for her, and she wrapped her arms around his leg. "That's the most excited she's been to see anyone." He said, stepping aside so he could come in. He picked Paislee up, but she reached for Ryan. "Knox is gonna take her and keep her the night so she can swim with Jack. We, on the other hand, are going to get wasted. Because we deserve it, putting up with kids all year." He said Paislee down, and she took Ryan's hand, pulling him to her toys.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan smiled down at her. "Hey there," He murmured, ruffling her hair. "Sounds good to me..." He hadn't been able to drink last night, so why not?" He winced as the little girl tugged on his hand. "Ow..careful baby.." He murmured, following her to her toys and sitting down with a grunt. He picked up a lettered block with the letter 'P' and placed it down carefully, his arms killing him. But he continued slowly until he'd spelled out her name.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae grabbed her juice from the counter, sitting down next to her. He handed it to her, and she put it in her lap. He didn't think he'd ever missed being called daddy so much, even if she was just his brother. "You wanna spell Ryan's name?" He asked, and she nodded. "R." She looked around, finding the R. She sat it on top of her name, looking up at him for the next letter. "Y." She looked around, and sat it next to the R. She did the same with the A and the N, then looked over at Ryan.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan smiled at her faintly, rubbing at his sleeved arm. "Good. How about Clae?" He murmured, rubbing his arm again. He dropped into into his lap after rubbing the other one as well, trying to sothe the aching. "Or Jack?"

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae watched her spell out 'daddy', then 'Jack', two of the words she was actually good at spelling. Besides Paz. She pushed the blocks over, slowly lining them up again. 'Ryan here'. She looked up at Clae.

"Yeah. Ryan's gonna stay. You get to go swimming, though." He said, and she pushed the blocks over again so she could start building a tower. She finally gave up, and crawled over to Ryan, sitting beside him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chewed on his lip, wondering why she wasn't talking. He watched her move towards him and absently reached to lift her up, nearly yelped. "Ah..fuck.." He huffed, drawing his arms back. "Er, frick...never repeat that Paisely." He rose an eyebrow, keeping his arms in his own lap until they stopped throbbing. Then he reached over and ran a hand through her hair.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee held up her arms as he tried to pick her up, but quickly dropped them when he cursed. She stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as she looked over at Clae. But when Ryan started playing with her hair, she laid her head down on his leg, closing her eyes.

"What did you do?" Clae asked, reaching over to pat her back gently.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan kept his eyes on her so as to hide his shame. "Nothing just..pulled a muscle during my work out." He hoped the excuse worked for at least right now. Paislee didn't need to know how much he kept hurting himself.