[OPEN] social hour.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony met the kiss, watching him go, and curled up on the bed, nestling into the too crisp sheet, breaths soft. He was soon asleep, body tense and unrelaxed, shifted his weight in discomfort as he heard Marc's return.

Zoey took her sandwhich, glancing at Britton. He seemed too preoccupied to give any attention though, and she uncurled from his side, walking back towards a chair to sit.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc moved his chair over to Tony's bed side, gently running his fingers through his hair as he slowly ate. He wasn't too interested in it, but had gotten as much meat on it as he could.

"Where you going?" Britt asked, putting his phone in his pocket. "I'm sorry. I had to finish this tattoo for tomorrow." He opened his arms, setting his sandwich aside.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony relaxed some, and he began to stir faintly before stretching with a soft grunt. He peered out from half open eyelids at Marc, managed a smile. "Mm..." Nestling beneath the sheet more, he closed his eyes again.

Zoey paused just before sitting down, and wandered back over. "You don't hafta be sorry.." She breathed. "I didn't want to bother you.." She climbed into his lap.

[marcus owen foster]

"Get some sleep, baby.." Marc said quietly, leaning over to kiss his forehead gently. He continued to run his fingers through Tony's hair, rewrapping his sandwich with his other hand. He laid his head on the rail of the bed as he watched Tony. He felt like crying knowing that his boyfriend had been raped and he hadnt been there to help him.

"You never bother me, princess. I'd much rather be spending time with you." He said, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed up her neck, running his hand up her stomach before he unwrapped his sandwich, pulling a piece off of it.