[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close, reaching up to run his fingers through Connor's hair. "Your brother said to tell you he loves you.." He whispered, gently pressing his lips to the boy's forehead. He couldn't remember if he'd told Connor his brother was at the ceremony or not, if he'd told him that empty chair by Marc wasn't empty. He gently ran his hand over his side, holding him close to him, mostly because he was freezing and couldn't get close enough to Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip, staring at him brokenly. "I love him, too..." He murmured distantly. He felt Deacon hug him closer and scooted in, managing a smile towards Christy who was watching Deacon with round eyes at the words. "You talked to Adam?" She breathed hopefully.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Sure. I talk to Adam everytime I have to bring Bandit to get fixed. Cause she's little and breaks her wings." He said, squeezing her hand gently. He let his hand rest on Connor's hip, keeping him close as he looked over at Christy. "Your brother's always watching over both of you. And he's always listening. He loves both of you very much." He smiled, hoping it would make her feel a little better.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor kept close. Christy just nodded and stared down at her lap, playing with her little fingers. "I miss him..." She whimpered. Connor reached out and stroked her hair back, smiled. "J-just look at he sky at night, Chr-risty.." He murmured. "He'll see you."

[deacon reid rudman]

"And you're always welcome to come stay with Connor when you're sad." He said quietly, reaching down to fix Bandit as she started to slip. She climbed up beside him, curling up close before she fell asleep again. He looked over at her, wrapping his arm gently around her. He slowly ran his hand over Connor's back, chewing on his lip. He felt bad, wished he could trade places with Adam so they could have their brother back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor just looked down brokenly. If it hadn't been for him, Adam wouldn't have come down with HIV, just as he wouldn't have played Russian Roulette with him and died...
He drew in a strained breath, glancing at Bandit as she snuggled close against them again. Once more he took her hand.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit wrapped her hand around his finger, holding it tightly in her hand. She pulled it to her face, laying her cheek against it. Deacon smiled faintly, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. He knew Connor meant the world to her, that Connor was her second favorite thing after cuddling. He looked over at him, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor managed yet another faint smile, kissing his cheek gently before kissing the top of Bandit's head. He yawned softly and buried his face gently against Deacon, trembling. He didn't bother climb under the blankets though.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit opened her eyes, looking over at Connor. She tried climbing over Deacon, getting him square in the side. "Fuck, Bandit!" He complained, and she sat on his stomach.

"No." She said, slapping him on the chest.

"Bandit Rudman!" He scolded, and she pouted, then started to sob, throwing herself down on him. "Damnit, Marcus! Get her off of me!"

Marc carefully sat Christy down before he picked up Bandit, who slapped him too. "Don't hit me, missy. I bite." He said, walking her around the room.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor jumped as Deacon shouted, breath catching as his heartrate spiked and he pulled away, briefly fearful.
Swallowing, realizing who he had flinched from, he looked down his shame, rubbing at his aching legs as he listened to Marcus scolding Bandit. Christy tapped his leg, on the other side of the bed now, and he jumped, reaching to pat her head.