[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Hi," Jayson mumbled, saddened that the boy had died so young. He glanced at Deacon brokenly. "Thank you.." He murmured, brushing a wing off his jeans before looking the boy over. He forced the faintest of broken smiles, didn't feel like helping anybody right now, would probably screw everything up, anyway.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Baby?" Tripp asked Deacon, and Deacon nodded. "My mommy got a baby too. It don't move no more. Mommy say it's sleeping like her." Tripp reached up, and Deacon leaned down so the boy could run his fingers through Bandit's hair.

"You're welcome. Just.. be good, okay? We don't need you falling and dying again or something.." He said quietly. But he had an uneasy feeling that even if Jayson found Nevada again, the boy was already dead himself. Maybe not physically, but he was still dead.

On the outskirts of town, Nixon was forcing Nevada into a diner so he might actually eat; the boy's hair had been dyed blonde, and Nixon had managed to get him to put colored contacts in. "Hi honey." A woman told him as he laid his head down on the table, pulling his jacket tighter around him. "What's your name?"

"Jayson.." He mumbled, his new answer to everything.

"Where are you from? We never get anyone as cute as you around here." But he only looked up at her with unnaturally blue eyes, hiding the hurt behind a couple of lenses.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson swallowed, nodding indifferently. He didn't have a reason to feel anymore, plucked another feather from a now sore wing and flicked it away, watching it float off. He rested his chin in a hand, chewing silently on a nail.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Don't do that!" Tripp told him, trying to put the feather back before he finally gave up. Only his mom knew how to get feathers back on. "You come to play? Wanna go see mommy?" He asked, bouncing around him.

Nevada pushed away the food he was being offered, shaking his head. He didn't want to eat. He wanted Jayson, and Jayson was gone and he wasn't coming back. The voices in his head told him so.

"You need to eat, baby.." Nixon said, and Nevada narrowed his eyes at him, trying to stab him with his fork. "Stop!"

"I'm not your baby.. I hate you." Nevada spat, and Nixon pulled his chin close, kissing him slowly. Nevada fought him, but finally gave up when his grip tightened so much on his jaw it hurt. He was grateful when he finally let him go, and dropped his head back to the table, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Eat."

"No."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched him try to put the feather back, and stood slowly as the boy bounced around, following him wherever halfheartedly, still chewing on his thumbnail. He hated knowing Nixon had Nevada and he didn't know what was going on.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Tripp, are you annoying the poor boy?" Jourdan asked with a smile, squatting down to kiss the top of his head before she started back on the tedious sewing she was doing.

"No. I tell him we come see you." He told her, hugging her leg tightly.

"Well I love you, too."

"Baby loves me?"

"Baby loves you, too, Tripp. Why don't you go show him around? That ought to keep you two busy for a good while." She said, and Tripp bounced back out of the room, his wings moving slowly back and forth.

Nixon pulled Nevada back out of the diner, and to the hotel down the road where he'd gotten them a room. But Nevada did nothing more than lay down on his half of the bed, crying into his pillow. Nixon tugged on his jeans, and Nevada pulled his knees up under him. "Stop it.." He cried.

"What's wrong? I'm not Jayson?"

"I never had sex with Jayson, you bitch! Get off of me!" He cried, arching his back as Nixon turned him over. "I want Jayson!"

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched them quietly, eyebrows furrowed. But they still had each other, even if the little boy would be little forever.
He followed him back out silently and just watched him with a tired expression. But he was pretty sure he wouldn't be sleeping any time soon, waved halfheartedly as he passed Connor's mother.
He knew he wouldn't find Cory's parents here. They had killed each other. They were in hell.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Here's where Adam works. He does a bunch of stuff like mommy." He bounced over to Adam, hugging his legs tightly before he bounced over to Jayson again. "And here's where all the babies like Bandit go. Them angels feed them all the time cause they're so teeny tiny. Mommy says that they send them back to mommies and daddies who sometimes can't have babies. And their mommies and daddies call them angels cause they're m'cles."

Nevada was beyond glad when Nixon finally got off of him, even if it meant another miserable night of the guy sleeping with an arm around him. It beat being forced to have sex with him, though. He sighed, closing his eyes and pretending it was Jayson there next to him.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Adam ruffled the boys hair with a smile.
'At least he seems happy,' He thought bitterly, watching Tripp show him everything. He wouldn't deny it was an interesting fact, but he still didn't smile, just watched the boy bounce around.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"And here's where we all sleep and stuff. Everybody got their own house. Houses as far as the eye can see!" He threw his arms up as if to emphasize the point. "Are you sleeping with me and mommy today? Wanna come see our house?! It's big! So when daddy gets here, daddy can be with us too!"

Nevada finally fell asleep, listening to the voices talking in his head. He was slowly going insane, didn't even know who he was supposed to be anymore. All he knew was he wanted Jayson back. He curled closer to the only warmth in the bed, holding tightly to himself.