"Okay.. Crystal." Gray pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the mess of scars and cuts and bruises on his back. Some looked like they had been healing, but clearly not anymore. He'd taken some painkillers at home but they hadn't done much to help.
Crystal nodded and got to work, and it was all overly fairly quick. She then grabbed a rag, rubbed some handsoap on it,and only got half of it wet in Luke warm water. She then rubbed down his back to clean off any dried blood and any other dirt and grime to cause pain,and used the dry part to well dry him off. Evan handed Grey the cup of tea as he sipped his own. "Grey,where would you like to sleep? In the basement? It's sort of cold and creepy down there. Or with Evan. You can either share a bed with him or if you're not comfortable with that, a sleeping bag on the floor. You choose."
Gray tried not to flinch or hiss as the wounds were cleaned, scrunching up his shirt in his hands before he was given the tea, "Uh, just a sleeping bag will be fine, thank you." Even though he knew Evan might not care if they shared a bed, he'd rather not on what was technically their first day of friendship if you could even call it that. He sipped his tea.
"Would you like to sleep in Evans room or the living room?" She nodded towards the area with the piano,and the room was most definitely well lived in.
"Evan's room… if that's okay with him." He looked towards him then down at his tea. Gray would rather not be woken up by how many of Evan's siblings in the morning if he stayed in the living room.
She nodded and Evan went and grabbed the sleeping bag, then headed up to his room to go her Greyson set up. "The bathroom is just down the hall and to the left." She pointed to a door way, put the PJs in Grey's lap, and stood up. "I'm off to bed. If you need anything please feel free to wake me up." His PJs were an oversized tye dye t-shirt and some red and black flannel shorts.
Gray nodded a little, taking the clothes gladly, "Okay, thank you for letting me stay." He offered a small smile before he went and found Evan's room, knocking before he entered.
Evan opened the door and fluffed up the pillow one last time before getting back in his own bed. His room was sort of messy,strewn with clothes. He had one of those big vanity mirrors and desk, ya know the mirrors with lights. He had a few posters and a huge gay pride flag signed by Brendon Urie hanging from his ceiling. He curled up under the blankets. "Just turn off the bedroom light when you're ready." And he turned to face the wall to give you as much privacy as possible.
Grayson nodded even though Evan had turned away by that point. He shut the door, making sure it was closed properly before he changed. He didn't bother slipping on the shirt, only changing into the pyjama pants. He turned off the light, climbing into the sleeping bag with a soft sigh.
Evan turned back over and looked down. "My, today has been a strange day. I guess then again every day is strange here…" He mused outloud whole looking up at his ceiling.
Grayson snorted, “What do you mean strange? You’re not a wizard are you?” He joked, rolling onto his side with a wince.
"No. Sometimes I wish I was. Just say a spell and boom! Make up is done!" He chuckled and looked down, and then handed Greyson another pillow. "Here."
Gray smiled softly, “Thank you.” He gladly took the pillow and placed it under his head, “And thank you for… giving me a place to stay tonight. Feels nice to not be beat up in your sleep.”
"Believe it or not I know how that feels. But you're welcome." He sighed and looked down at Grayson. The moonlight made Evans and Grey's eyes light up, and Evan caught himself staring. "…so. Strange comment. But. You have the prettiest eyes."
Gray blinked, blushed and looking away, "I uh, thank you," His smile grew a fraction, "It's um… one of the things I dislike since they're you know, mismatched and all." He looked back, "Your eyes are pretty, too."
"Oh no mismatched eyes are wonderful. Funfact. It was said that people who have different colored eyes,way back when the Greek gods were heavily praised and what not. They can like see the underworld and the heavens. They have special powers and foresight. Some are even said to be able to see the future. It's all legend of course but I still think that it's pretty cool. And thank you. Mine are just a boring blue. Yours are interesting. You, Grey,are interesting."
"Blue isn't boring. They're the prettiest to paint at least. All the different shades and undertones and they stand out on the piece, especially against certain skin tones as well and…" He trailed off, "Sorry, you probably don't care."
Evan was listening intently. "As a writer and actor I have an eye for detail as well. And I do care. I love just listening to people ramble about their passions." He looked over Grey's face in the moonlight. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable but are you sure you don't want to come up with me in the bed? I don't bite. I won't even touch you except maybe our backs."
Gray nodded a little, "Yeah I'm sure. I'd prefer to stay down here for now. Thanks for the offer though." He rolled onto his stomach, hugging his pillow, "I'd probably take up most of the bed anyway."
"I'm skinny, it's alright. Just want to give you better than what you had. Need anything? Another pillow,extra blankets?" He said this all with a tint of worry to his voice.
Gray smiled a little at the worry, but he still shook his head, "Evan, I'm okay, really. I don't need anything else. You've done enough for me as it is."
He nodded. "Alright. I just know how it is. I hate to see others go through some of the things I've had to. I can tell you this though. You'll rise above. No matter what."
"Yeah, maybe.. some of us don't get lucky in life. You get a stroke of good luck and then you're back in the dumps again," He sighed softly, "We'll see what happens."
"Well. You didn't just get a stroke of luck you just got a whole damn painting of it. You're in probably the best hands anyone could ever be in. Promise."
"Pinky promise?" Gray knew it was stupid, but he was still a child at heart. He held out his pinky finger.