forum are you scared?//one on one (closed)

Started November 30, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"It's not that bad," Abaddon huffed, giving Alto a look and pouting a tad for extra measure. He didn't like that this stranger was making fun of Grayson

Grayson just laughed and looked up at Alto, grinning fondly. “You aren’t any better. What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, shutting the door behind them and giving Abaddon’s hand a quick squeeze as he passed, following Alto and sitting down at the table. “I..well..I was just passing through, thought I would drop by.”

Abaddon found himself trailing Grayson to the table, sitting on it beside him, unused to being limited by gravity

Grayson leaned over and rested his arm on Abaddon's leg, tilting his head slightly. "Why are you really here, Alto?" Alto glanced at the pair of them before averting his eyes. "I heard your father died." Grayson tensed slightly, looking down at the floor. "Biological father. There's a difference. And it doesn't really matter, does it. He never raised me, helped me grow up plenty quick though." He replied quietly.

Abaddon's eyes widened a little at that, and he folded his legs criss-cross before placing his own hand gently atop Grayson's. He looked over to him, asking mentally if he was alright

He took Abaddon's hand but didn't respond, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. Alto looked over at them, then back at Grayson. "It hasn't even been that long since I last saw you, Grayson. But here you are with..with him and a year ago you could barely even shake someone's hand. It's like you've been pushing us away and moving on without your family, the one's who actually love you."

Abaddon's eyes narrowed at Alto. "What do you mean, 'the ones who actually love him?' What do you think you're implying?" he said slowly, not liking the way this guy was talking

“I’m not talking about you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Alto replied, looking up at Abaddon momentarily. “I just don’t understand, Grayson, how you can go from social isolation to..to this without even one call.”
“At least I’m getting better. Isn’t moving on a good thing?” Grayson said quietly, keeping a tight grip on Abaddon’s hand. “No. I don’t think you’re moving on. I think you’re pushing everything and everyone associated to your past away, and that’s so much worse because we love you and care about you and don’t want you to get better like this.”

Abaddon looked confused now, but he reached for Grayson's hand nonetheless, giving it a small squeeze. He didn't know what was going on, but he'd be damned if he didn't try and help Grayson feel better

Grayson didn’t answer, knowing Alto was right. He stood up and went into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” Alto shook his head and followed him. “Why won’t you tell me how you’re doing?” Alto asked, looking worriedly over at Grayson.

Abaddon just looked down at the floor, resisting the urge to yell, or start questioning Grayson, or something else. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't like it

“I’m sorry…I’m just trying to forget.” Grayson replied, slumping visibly as Alto wrapped his arms around him. “I know..just..I’m happy for you, I really am. I want to hear from you though.” He murmured. Grayson nodded, looking up at him. “I’ll call. Maybe.” He said.

Abaddon's feet dangled from the table, and he found himself wishing Alto would just leave. But when he looked up and saw Alto hugging Grayson, that feeling only intensified with jealousy

Alto smiled a little and ruffled his hair gently. “Please do. And maybe, talk to someone..” He said, making Grayson sigh. “Yeah I don’t know. Thanks for coming anyways. Tell mom and dad I said hi.” He replied. Alto nodded and hugged him tight once more. “I love you.”

Abaddon just watched them now, knowing Grayson would probably get mad if he tried to say something. He just wanted Alto gone

“I love you too.” Grayson replied as Alto walked towards the door, glancing back at both of them for a moment before leaving the house. Grayson sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against the counter.

"What was his damage?" Abaddon asked, shifting to his proper form again and draping himself across Grayson

“What do you mean?” Grayson asked, leaning against Abaddon with his eyes still closed.

"Why was he…Why did he say that stuff? Why didn't he understand I loved you? He shouldn't have said that shit to you," Abaddon murmured

“He never said you didn’t love me. And it wasn’t shit. I’ve been avoiding his calls for a long time, I deserve it.” Grayson replied softly.

"Doesn't mean he should be so annoying," Abaddon huffed, curling closer around Grayson, still pouting a little

“He wasn’t being annoying. He’s just worried about me.” Grayson replied, not exactly returning his hug.

Abaddon just made a noise as he wrapped around Grayson a bit tighter, nestling his face in the crook of the other's neck

Grayson sighed and wriggled out of Abaddon’s arms, walking away and picking up his phone. He pressed a couple buttons and held it up to his ear, waiting for someone to pick up.

Abaddon whined softly, but just floated along next to Grayson, idly curling around him