[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[marcus owen foster]

"Only 'cause yub oo." She said, hugging him tightly. She let him go reluctantly, reaching up to chew on her finger. She reached over as Marc sat down her plate, putting a piece of egg in her mouth with her fork. Marc sat down everyone else's plates for them, then took his chair at the end of the table. He picked up his fork, poking at his food before he took a bite and glanced over at Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy happily grabbed her fork and took a bite of eggs as Connor sat down. He pushed halfheartedly at his food. He glanced up and caught Marc looking, and picked up his bacon, taking a small bite of it before pushing his plate away. His eyebrows furrowed and he swallowed, staring at the table.

[marcus owen foster]

"Connor.." Marc said as sternly as he could muster. He didn't want to fuss at him, doubted Deacon fussed at him about not eating. But he had to eat something or he'd be in the morgue by the end of the day instead of with Deacon when he got to come home.

"Daddy, nummy." Bandit said, picking up his bacon and bringing it close to his face. "Num num num.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor frowned. But he didn't dare turn Bandit down, and plucked the bacon from her fingers, eating it slowly. He forced a smile her way. He just couldn't...fathom how things had gone so wrong. He felt it was all his fault, since Jon was his father..

[marcus owen foster]

Marc excused himself as the phone rang, walking over to where his phone was plugged. He answered it, talking quietly to the person on the other line before he hung up and walked back to the table. He sat down, pulling off a piece of his toast and sticking it in his mouth before he reached for the jelly. "They said they're flying in a new set of organs from New York. But the surgeon isn't in, and the only surgeon who can touch him is in Washington right now visiting family. They called him and told him he had family he needed to get back to, and they said he should be on a plane tomorrow morning."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glanced up as he got up, then continued to eat just to please Bandit. He watched Marcus return and nodded slowly hefore taking a bite of his eggs and chewing half heartedly, bringing a hand to his mouth to hide his gag.

[marcus owen foster]

"I don't like eggs either." He said, knew he was going to be sick soon from eating this. But Bandit wouldn't eat if he didn't. She guessed she got it from watching Connor because he knew Deacon didn't eat. Bandit touched her toast, then tried to flick away the butter on her finger.

"DADDY!" She cried, shaking her hand as tears fell down her cheeks.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glanced at him halfheartedly as he swallowed, cringing at the shriek. He got up, stumbling, and limped to the kitchen to grab a napkin before returning and sitting down again, gently wiping Bandit's hand free of butter before kissing the top of her head. "There y-you go," He whispered.

[marcus owen foster]

"Drama queen." Marc said, wrinkling his nose at her.

"No, oo." She retorted, pushing the toast away with her fork. He laughed, shaking his head before he got up to dump the plate, his stomach turning. "Eat!"

"You eat." He said, dumping it in the trash before he put the dish in the sink.

"Oo go time out." She told him, and he sat down in his chair, raising an eyebrow.

"Or what?"

"I beat oo up."

"Well. Flirty and mean." He said, wrinkling his nose at her.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smirked as he watched them quietly. He set down his fork, guessing that stress had got the best of him, along with the drugs he'd stolen. He gagged again, saw Christy glance up in worry. He stood slowly, moving as quickly as possible for the bathroom, stooping over the toilet as he got sick. A hand found the wall before he was collapsing, a groan passing his lips. He reached out and flushed.