[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony bit his lip. "I think he broke a rib," He whispered, lifting his shirt to reveal his right side.

He looked away at Marc's next wirds. "I'm not looking for anybody right now Marc... I just need to keep you alive and get through school, okay?"

[marcus owen foster]

"That's not why you're telling me no, Tony.." He said, his voice cracking. "Just see him, okay? Tell him hi.." He knew what a look could do, knew all to well. The proof was standing in front of him.

"Tony, I have got to get you out of my head, one way or another.. I'm sick and tired of seeing you every time I close my eyes.. It's driving me crazy.. You wanna help me, then fix that.. Make it go away.. I can't stand it. I don't wanna fall for you.. I can't.." He said, nearly pleading with him. "This is getting old fast.. Tell me you hate me if you have to, just get out of my head.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony's jaw trembled and he lowered his gaze. "I said I'm not interested Marc, and I'm not gonna lie so I'm not going to tell you I hate you. I'm going to keep you alive, figure out how to get me out of your head otherwise."

He turned his face away to hide the hurt tears, didn't know why it upset him, he'd vowed to only be his gaurdian. He pushed back onto the rink, wiping angrily at his cheeks.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc took his seat, putting his head in his hands as he let the tears slip down his cheeks. He bit his lip, staring down at his feet. 'If I just off it, it'll be better for both of us." He thought, wiping his cheeks dry with the sleeves of his jacket. He took in a shallow breath, wondering why he had even bothered to come.

He closed his eyes, then laid back on the bleachers. "I literally got off work ten minutes ago. I've been working since ten, Tony.. I know I'm tired but hell." He rubbed at his eyes again, not wanting to feel. "You don't have to talk to me.. I need to get home anyways." He covered his eyes with his arm, hiding the tears.

[tony angel martyn]

Fter a few laps Tony exited the rink, undoing his skates and slipling out of them, padding over to Marc. His eyes were red rimmed but he had control over the tears now.

He bent over, hugged Marc close. "I know it can be hard Marc..I-...it hurts that you wanna forget me...that you want me to go away.."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head, hugging him close. "You don't get it, Tony.. I want the exact opposite of that.. I.." He bit his lip, looking up at him. He couldn't think of any way to tell him what he was trying to get across. He propped himself up on his elbows, kissing the corner of Tony's mouth. "I don't want you to go.. I just don't want to get attatched to someone who I'm gonna eventually let down. I.. you're like my mom, in a way. I don't want to let you down.. I want to keep you happy.." He said quietly, looking up at him.

[tony angel martyn]

"Ypu're not gonna let me down Marc. Because I'm going to help you okay? You're gonna get better." He rubbed Marc's shoulder gently. "You can't be afraid of that with me. Hell, you don't have to like me romantically, just as a friend if it's better that way, maybe an acquantance. Meet someone who truly makes you happy...and I'll help with the rest okay?"

[marcus owen foster]

Marc just nodded his head, mentally giving up the fight. He was so drained he couldn't think straight. "I could seriously just go to sleep right here.." He said quietly, putting his arm over his eyes again. He took in a shaky breath, pretty much running off of coffee he had drank three hours ago.

"Don't you have work or something?" He asked sleepily, forcing himself to stay awake. He rubbed at an eye, looking up at Tony.

"You look.. really weird from this angle. You're so skinny it's distorting."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony texted someone, shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Not anymore," He mumbled, oddly comfortable. He smirked at Marcus' next comment. "I'm not that skinny.." He complained softly, shifting his weight self consciously.

He took one of Marc's hands again, studying the bandages with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing.

[marcus owen foster]

"If me cutting my hand bothered you, I wouldn't go unwrapping that.." He said quietly, looking up at him. He wiggled his fingers, trying to get feeling back in his hands. "You wanna go back to my house so I can sleep?" He asked quietly, looking up at him sleepily. "I live a whole three minutes from here. And I'm fucking tired.." He mumbled, rubbing his fingers against Tony's.