[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[marcus owen foster]

"Bandit was like, the size of a penny. She was itty bitty." He said quietly, looking as the new baby was brought in. He loved babies, but he knew that he wasn't ever going to have a kid of his own. Tony was too young to have a child running around, he had too much ahead of him to be worrying about a baby. And he couldn't do that to Tony. "You ready to go home?" He asked quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Wow," She huffed, watching them with wide eyes. She glanced at Marcus and nodded. "Mhm.. Con too..I think he's sick.." She frowned, pointing at him where he was panting and running his nails up and down his arms.

[marcus owen foster]

"Connor.." He complained, sitting Christy carefully on her feet before he pulled Connor up into a standing position. "You have a sister and a daughter to take care of now. The tables have been completely turned and now it's on you until they get Deacon back. If you think this is how you're supposed to do it, you're wrong. These two girls need you more right now than they ever had." He watched him, hoping Connor could man up and help instead of leaving him to take care of them. "You know Deacon wants to adopt your sister, right? So she can be with you. That's why she's with me, until they get the papers sorted. He wasn't going to tell either of you. It was going to be a surprise but I can't take care of two kids alone."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stumbled weakly, looking away in shame as he listened. "I-I'm sorry.." He slurred brokenly, leaning heavily against him. He stopped clawing at his arms, knew he needed rest, was so stressed and sick and now high for the first time in a long time. "I wanna h-help..'m sorry.."

[marcus owen foster]

"It's okay. Let's all just go back to my place, figure out sleeping arrangements, and then we can go to bed." He said quietly, holding him up carefully. He let him go slowly, picking Christy up again before he walked out to the car. He sat her down, opening her door for her before he buckled Bandit in. Then he opened Connor's door, and finally climbed in himself, starting for home.

[connor crayze sykes]

Once Connor was released he found his balance and followed after them sullenly, watching Christy suck on her knuckle until he tripped and decided to watch his feet instead. He climbed into the car and fumbled with the buckle for a moment but his right fingers as usual didn't want to cooperate, and agitated tears glittered in his eyes as he gave up and pulled his legs into the seat.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc reached over, helping Connor into his seat belt. He tried not to touch him too much, didn't want a high Connor taking a simple brush of the fingers against his chest the wrong way. He pulled out of his parking spot, glancing back at the girls before he started to the apartments. He pulled into his parking spot, telling Christy he would be back for them before he helped Connor out and into his bed. Then he brought Christy and Bandit in, laying them there with Connor before he got comfortable on the couch.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched him quietly, and closed his eyes as they pulled out. He limped inside with Marcus and to the bed, curling up quietly. When Christy gave him a hug he jumped and tensed, until Christy whimpered. He bit his lip, hugging her closer. He pulled Bandit close as well and closed his eyes, head punding again.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc pulled his shirt off, glancing over at where his sister had been earlier, but he guessed she was by the heater in the bedroom now. He tucked his arm under his head, drawing a knee up as he fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night to Bandit pulling on his arm, and picked her up, hugging her close until they both fell asleep again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was sick on and off throughout the night until he passed out from exhaustion. He woke up sometime the next day on the bathroom floor, legs stiff and lower back aching still, but otherwise alright. Until everything came rushing back and he convulsed, dry heaving softly as tears fell down his cheeks. He felt Christy's little hand on his shoulder and eased up some.