[CLOSED] just a little impaired.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I'm not super gluing m-my dick," He muttered under his breath, chewing on his lip. It was out there said and done now, where exactly Jon had bit him. He sighed shakily, wincing and moving Deacon's hand up higher away from a rather sore bruise.

He shifted his weight some more "H-he'll find me," He mumbled self consciously. "I sh-shoulda kept m-my mouth shut.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon gritted his teeth, moving his hand to Connor's back. He chewed his tongue to keep from curing like a sailor. He finally calmed down a bit, sliding off his stool.

"He will never fucking touch you again. And he's going to have no way of knowing what you said because once it's signed, it's sealed. It has nothing to do with him." He said before he walked upstairs. He grabbed the gauze and tape, figuring Connor could do it himself. He knew if Connor touched him, he would only get hard and probably be in even more pain. He walked back down the stairs, handing it to him.

"You know how you wrap like.. fish? You wrap it and tape just the package? Just tape the gauze." He said, looking over at Bandit. "Child is asleep in a pile of books." He said, shaking his head.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded, chewing on his lip as he watched him go and return. He took the gauze quietly, getting up, smiled over at Bandit faintly.

After a moment of hesitation, he headed for the bathroom, drawing the scrubs off with a faint grimace and wrapping himself before pulling them on, preferring no constraint of boxers right now.

After a moment, he came back down the stairs, sitting carefully on the couch.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon had picked up Bandit and put her in her play pen by the time Connor came back down. He started picking up her books, putting them back on her shelf. Once they were all back on the shelf, he leaned back against the wall, crossing his legs at the ankles.

"Feel any better?" He asked, looking over at him. He couldn't help thinking this was karma for Marc. Just looking at the bruises around Connor's wrists was enough proof for Deacon. He chewed on his snakebite, running his hand up and down his arm.

'It's all your fault, Deacon. Go ahead. Admit it.' Death mocked, then laughed in his head. Deacon looked down, biting his tongue.

[connor crayze sykes]

"'Little..." He mumbled, rubbing at a scabbed and bruised wrist before playing with the ring on his finger. He eased up slightly at the sight of it.

Gazing at Deacon, he chewed on his lip a moment, then drew his legs up on the couch. "Come s-sit with me.." He whispered softly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon got up and moved over to him. He sat next to him, stretching his legs out in front of him. He folded his hands over his stomach, looking at the tattoos trailing up his arms. He chewed on his lip, running his thumbs over each other. He felt like the tension was going to smother him.

"So, what kind of wedding do you want? I'm okay with whatever you'd like." He said, looking over at him. "As long as it involves Bandit and Chris. Chris seemed excited at the idea of you getting married." He smiled a bit, reaching over to brush a piece of hair off his forehead.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Sh-she never thought I'd live to.." He murmured, smiled faintly. The urge to tense and pull away shot through him as Deacon reached out, and he drew in a breath.

But the familiar touch relaxed him and he curled up, head finding Deacon's lap as he stared out across the room. "I'unno, you e-ever have a dream wedding?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon couldn't help but laugh at the question. "A wedding has always been like a funeral to me, babe. I never expected to have one. I'm fine with whatever it is you have up there in your little head." He smiled over at him, playing with his own fingers.

"I just really need four people there. My groom, my two girls, and Thatcher. And that'll be fine enough for me." He started picking at a string on his jeans, making a mental note to go get a new pair sometime soon.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Guess we're b-both in the dark then.." He mumbled, smiked just slightly. "Let the g-girls choose."

He yawned softly. "Did Thatcher t-teach at the school? H-he was my music teacher 'for I-I dropped out, I think..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'm leaving my wedding planning up to your little sister and a one year old. I imagine there will be a lot of pink involved." He said with a laugh, tugging at the string on his jeans.

"Mm.. He used to teach math, believe it or not. Like, eighty years ago. Ninety years ago. And then he switched to music. He's badass on the drums. Hit me in the head with a stick once though. That hurt like fuck." He shook his head, wondering if he still had his guitars up in the attic.