[CLOSED] 'cause when you're with me...

[marcus owen foster]

Marc usually wasn't one to be nice, nor was he one to do anything for anyone else, but he had decided doing it once didn't hurt. He walked into the store, eyeing some of the girls with disinterest. He found Tony, and held out the bag he was holding.

"... lunch..." He said quietly, back to his reclusive old self. He held out his arms, showing him how the stitches had healed. Then he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. Just being around all these girls made him sick. He was grateful his sister wasn't working today, otherwise she would have attacked him with questions.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony was sitting behind a register, chin resting boredly on a fist. They had been unusually today compared to other times. He glanced up when Marcus walked into the store, smiled faintly. "Wow...thanks." He had found himself wondering often if he would ever see him again.

Eyes flicked to Marc's healing arms. "Look who's still alive." He smiled gently, glanced around. Being the only guy working here, the girls giggled, telling him to take a break. He rounded the staff counter, led Marcus out of the store to the benches there in the mall.

"So how have you been?" He asked, peering into the bag curiously.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shrugged, keeping his head down and his hands in his pockets. He chewed on his lip, tapping his feet on the floor. "Potato soup.." He mumbled, not bothering to tell him that he had just made too much the night before and they still had enough to feed a small army. He flicked his tongue across the back of his lip ring, having decided today to switch the hoop for the stud.

He sat there in silence, still drumming his feet on the floor. His phone went off, and he glanced at it before setting it back in his lap. He chewed on his lip again, his lip feeling bare without the hoop there.

"Shaun's at her boyfriend's.." He said quietly, tired of listening to everyone else talk.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony nodded. "Thanks," He huffed again. "You doin' alright though?" He figured this was how he was usually. "We can go somewhere quieter if you want." Touching his hand gently, trying to get him to look up. "Than you don't have to deal with anyone else..I'm just glad you stopped by, I was honestly stressing myself out too much."

[marcus owen foster]

"Fine.." He said quietly, biting his lip when he felt Tony's hand touch his. He turned his hand over instinctively, still not looking up. He finally looked up after a few moments, his green eyes looking into Tony's.

"You don't need to worry about me, Tony.." He said quietly, leaning back against the bench. He watched him carefully, wondering why he didn't have a boyfriend. "Why.. why do you worry? It makes me feel a little better, knowing you're here.." He said quietly, hoping it made him feel better.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony chewed on his lip some, shrugging. "I just...I dunno. i can realate I guess, don't want you to make the mistake I did. And-...I just..something about you.." He huffed in agitation. "I dunno how to word it. I just care."

He felt Marc turn his hand over, hesitant about interlocking their fingers. But he did, gave his hand a supportive squeeze. "And because you're the only one who can understand exactly what I went through too."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled his sideways smile, then looked back down at the floor. He let go of Tony's hand once his had been squeezed, locking his own fingers together. It didn't feel right. He didn't want to get attatched to the boy, or anyone for that matter. That would mean having to admit he cared. And he didn't want to.

"I get it.. Anyone who's lost a mom gets it.. The only thing is, you died. I didn't. That and I never told my dad I like guys.. And I never will.." He shrugged, running his thumbs back and forth across each other.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony nodded, mentally beating himself for doing the same rhing he had done last night. It was just who he was though, always caring. He could care less if this guy wanted nothing to do with him honestly.

"Guess ypu're right," He mumbled softly. "But not everybody can relate, you're one of the few, you should know that."

[marcus owen foster]

"It's not that.. I don't want you touching me.." He said quietly, still looking down. He didn't know how to word it, and that's what scared him the most. He was brutally honest whenever he talked.

"It's that.. I don't want to end up getting attatched to you.. Or even worse, falling for you.. I don't want to feel that need to be around you.." But he couldn't lie to himself. He already wanted to be around the boy.

"I don't-... I want you to find someone completely and utterly breathtaking in every way possible.. That's what I want." He glanced over at him, hoping he understood what he was trying to say.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony chewed on his lip, tongue brushing his lip rings. He just shook his head. "I never said you had to get attached." He muttered. "I may be gay but I don't swoon over every guy I see. I've had maybe one serious relationship, and the guy ended up in jail." He shrugged.

"Don't tell me what I need to do and not, who I need to find Marc." He let out a slow breath. "You..know me as little as I know you. Nobody wants a serious relationship with me, I'm just a toy."