[OPEN] 'Cause you sing like you're supposed to..

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash nodded slowly, looking up and catching his eye. His heart pounded a little faster, and he looked away again. "S-sex is pointless any.. ways.. You o-only do it to h-have kids and I don't want.. any kids.. I can't.. have sex a-anyways.. Too much breathing." He shifted awkwardly, chewing on his lip. He hummed something, then took in as deep a breath as he could.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan swallowed, the words leaving him guilty for some reason. He honestly didn't enjoy what he was, what it made him do. But instead of making the best of it, he had le it turn him bitter.

He scratched at his head some.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash grabbed his bottle of water again, taking a long drink from it. Before he knew it, the bottle was empty. He tossed it towards the trashcan, and barely made it in. He looked down at his phone vibrating across the couch. Why would his mom call him? She knew he couldn't hear. He pushed it away, rubbing his itching nose.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glanced down at the vibrating phone and back up at Nash again, but didn't question it. He rubbed at the back of his neck, touched his sore nose.

At least it hadn't been broken, he didn't want to deak with that right now. When Nash finished his water, Dylan reached for his own, holding it out in question.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash shook his head, the idea of drinking after anyone scaring him as much as kissing someone. He adjusted himself a bit, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

"You aren't like.. everyone else.." He said slowly, trying not to stutter. He glanced up at him, drumming his fingers on his leg. He sniffled, rubbing his nose again.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan withdrew his hand, setting the bottle down again. "How so?" He questioned with the faintest tilt of his head. Perhaps a habit picked up by his brother, no matter how much he hated him.

He ran a hand back through his hair, adjusting the leg tucked beneath him so it wouldn't fall asleep.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"Everyone else wo-would have left.. by now.." He mumbled, still looking away. His eyes traced the patterns on the floor. He didnt want to tell him how no one had ever made his heart pound, that he had never spoken so much around someone.

"A-and you talk.. to me.." He added, leaning back ad closing his eyes, his breathing growing more and more labored.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shrugged. "It's not my place to care about things like that. I may be an asshole, but I have no right to pick at something you can't help." He bit his lip. In all honestly, he found no reason to give Nash hell at all.

He glabced over at him at the sounds of labored breathing. "Hey," he huffed, voice growing gentle but still holding volume. He leaned close, touching at his hand. "Take it easy yeah? It's okay if you need to stop talking or something."

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash bit his lip, shaking his head. "I-I'm still.. getting over b-bronchitis. I couldn't breathe.. for a week." At the gentle touch, he blushed, but didn't move hi hand. It wasn't often anyone touched him. He looked over at him, the blush still on his cheeks.

"I think.. you're a cool person.. E-even if you c-can't love. You c.. are.." He mumbled.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Oh, that's rough." Dylan smiled faintly when he realized Nashville was blushing. It caught him off guard for a moment. He barely seemed to realize he had yet to remove his hand, sighed.

"Yeah, you're the first," He admitted. "Neger had reason to care about anybody either." He shrugged some. "But I dunno. Something about you is...tolerable." Another, even if faint, smile. "Maybe it's because you're the only one that didn't let me push you away instantly."