[Deacon] Family Visitation?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs sleepily so he wouldn't start falling asleep again. He stretched his wings carefully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked down to see Bandit sound asleep against him, her head in his lap. "Hypocrite." He said, leaning his head back against the sofa again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chuckled when he noticed her asleep. He leaned back again, wings relaxing as he tilted his head against the sofa and closed his eyes. It wasn't like they couldn't watch the movie another time.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pulled Bandit into his lap, hugging her close. He curled up against the sofa as he closed his eyes again. It wasn't long before he was finally falling asleep again. He pulled Bandit's blanket around her when she started to shiver, falling asleep as soon as his eyes were closed.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor fell asleep with a wing draped over himself, not stirring until some time in the morning when he began to cough, gasping in pain at the ache in his throat, his insides feeling like they were burning all over again. He swallowed, tears falling down his cheeks as he scrambled up and moved for the kitchen, fumbling for a mug in the early light.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked up as Connor stirred, realizing he'd forgotten the tea. He got up, walking to the kitchen with him. "You okay?" He asked, reaching for the water that he'd assumed was boiled out by now. But the burner was off and the pot was in the sink. He picked up a note from Marcus, reading over it slowly. He shrugged and walked to the fridge, pulling out the tea. "Marcus broke in last night." He teased, handing him the pitcher.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded, rubbing at his throat though he didn't dare speak. He filled his mug and put it in the microwave, reaching up to swipe his tears away.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around him. He hugged him close, kissing his neck gently. He knew it didn't help any, but he didn't want him to feel like he was alone. "It'll feel better in a minute.." He said quietly, slowly rubbing his stomach.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor just nodded, reaching for the mug after opening the microwave. He took a slow swallow, sighing shakily. "Ugh.." He mumbled, turning in Deacon's arms so he could cuddle against him, wings dragging on the floor.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged the boy close, slowly running his fingers over the small of his back. His neck hurt from either sleeping on the couch or sleeping on the couch at over a hundred years old. He wasn't sure. He kissed his forehead gently, smiling over at him.