Brenn nodded, "That c-could work. I-I just hope that they buy that. But what about the bruises? Those aren't going to be easily explained away? Or the fact that I haven't gone to work in months, well moreso the fact that I just quit abruptly for absolutely no reason? I don't know how we could explain those things though?" He said sadly, feeling as though this wouldn't work. "I-I know that you're still upset, and I know that some people might not believe this, but I want to help you, I care about you. I felt bad leaving, but I wanted my home too."
"I… I believe you," Sebastian said softly. "And I'm sorry I can't give you your home. I… We could say I encouraged you to quit when I saw how bad your mental state was, and I offered you food and shelter. W-with the bruises… we could say my friends took the prank too far. If you don't press charges, they shouldn't get in trouble." Sebastian gave Brenn's hand a gentle squeeze.
Brenn sighed, trying to smile, "O-okay then, I could do that. I just, it worries me. I guess, all of this has changed me a bit, and I guess I'm just scared. I-I don't feel safe leaving, I don't want to get hurt or taken from here, even if the things are bad here, things could be worse. . ."
"I want you to feel safe," Sebastian said softly. "I won't let you get hurt, a-and I swear I won't hurt you any more either." Sebastian turned a bit more to face Brenn, still holding his hand.
"I'm not going to ever let anyone ever take you away, Brenn."
Brennnodded, trying to smile up at the other boy, "I trust you, and I hope that you and I will be alright. D-do you thin that these people will be come, if at all? I-I don't want to leave at all." He said quietly, "I know that this sounds weird, but, I guess, even though I ran, I don't know where I could go. I figured that I would just enjoy it for a few hours then come back, I don't really know where else to go. . ."
Sebastian's eyes widened a bit.
"R-really..?" Oh shit. If that was true, they'd completely over reacted to Brenn going to his apartment. Sebastian would have said that Brenn could come to his home at any time, but Brenn was practically trapped here anyway…
Brenn nodded, "I was sick of being held here, but I knew I wouldn't be safe anywhere else." he said softly, not noticing the look on Sebastian's face, "I just, yeah. . ." Brenn mumbled, moving over to Sebastian, "B0but, I'll be okay. If they do come, I'll say what needs to be said."
"I…" Seabstian held Brenn's hand a bit tighter. That was his fault. He'd left Brenn all alone almost every day for an entire month here- of course he was sick of it.
"Thank you," Sebastian said softly. He really did want to be able to bring Brenn with him out of the penthouse more.
((I swear, my spelling today SUUUUUUUCCCKKKKSSSSSS))
"It's okay, as I've said before, although I don't think your friend's will ever believe me, I don't want you to suffer. I don't like seeing anyone suffer at all. It's horrible to just be stuck, at the will of someone else. I mean, I just, you don't deserve that, you're a decent guy. . ." He said, a yawn cutting off his sentence, "W-what time is it? I-I'm tired. . ."
(lol)
Sebastian couldn't help but see the irony- Brenn hated to see people trapped in someone else's will, but here he was.
"It's almost ten," Sebastian said softly. "Do you need help to your room..?"
Brenn shook his head slightly, pushing himself to sit up, "W-wait, don't I have to, well you know." He said nodding in the direction of Sebastian's room, "I uhm, I don't want to make trouble, especially if you prefer me to stay in my old room. . ." He fidgeted a bit, not looking at Sebastian again, it seemed as though that behaviour just came and went when it came to him, sometimes he could be extremely bold, and other times extremely timid.
((Yeah, you're right, Brenn's just too tired to really think about what he's saying))
Sebastian fell silent. He'd forgotten. He didn't- he didn't want to force Brenn to do this.
"Ah… Yes. We do… Have to share a bed." He didn't want to scare Brenn, to accidently give him the wrong idea.
"I'm… Going to go get changed in the bathroom…" Sebastian stood, turning to leave.
Brenn nodded and headed to his room to change quickly. He covered Moose's cage so that the bird would actually fall asleep instead of squeaking all night long. Then, once he was changed, he padded over to the bedroom. He knew that Sebastian had said that he would change in their, but just in case, he knocked on the door anyways, waiting for the man to respond. When he did, he opened the door slightly and walked into the room and over to the bed, gingerly sitting on the edge of it. "I uhm, don't think I'm getting any ideas, please, I'll uhm . . .I. . .know that have too, a-and uhm." He gulped, "I'm sure that we'll be alright, this isn't a big deal right?"
Sebastian had dressed much, much more modestly than normal. He was say on the other side of the bed.
"Yes, o-of course. There's plenty of room for both of us, right?" Sebastian slowly laid down, his back to Brenn. It'd been a long, long time since someone else had slept in his bed like this.
Brenn nodded, "Yeah, this. . .this'll be fine." He hadn't really changed his sleepwear attire at all. It was normally just a some sweatpants a t-shirt, which just made him feel very comfortable. Feeling more calm now, he laid down on the other end of the bed, making sure that he didn't rest on any of the bruises. But, it seemed like no matter how much he tossed and turned, he still seemed to rest on one or two of them. He grumbled a bit, and just laid down on the side that had the least, and soon fell aslep.
Sebastian felt Brenn tossing and turning, closing his eyes tightly. His fault, his fault…
Sebastian woke up in the morning to find himself laying right next to Brenn, an arm draped over the other. He blushed deeply, moving away from the other man. Oh dear God, when had that happened?
Brenn was still in a rather deep sleep, but when he felt the sudden movement and the lose of warmth, he slowly woke up, "W-what's going on. . ." He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes a bit, trying to wake up, "WHy are you in my bed?" Then he looked around a bit, "W-why am I in your bed. . .ohhhh, that. . .that thing." He said wincing a bit as he stretched, "I-i'll go now, if you'd like."
"I… Y-you can if you want," Sebastian mumbled softly. He understood Brenn's confusion. He laid down on his back now, looking up at the ceiling.
"I won't force you to." Sebastian closed his eyes, looking away.
Brenn nodded and got out of the other man's bed, quickly fixing the sheets, then leaving as quietly as possible. He gently closed the door to his room behind him, and made his way to his bed, curling up in the sheets. His whole body was tired and hurting. The pain from the blows the night before was next to unbearable, but he didn't want to say anything about it. Sebastian seemed to always grow embarrassed or even ashamed when Brenn even alluded to his feelings, so he didn't want the man to feel even worse.
Sebastian laid on his own bed, looking up at the ceiling again when Brenn left. His thoughts from the night before were all rushing back- he'd hurt Brenn, he'd trapped him in his horrible life and when Brenn tried to leave- not even escape, just… forget, for a bit, Sebastian had snapped. He'd tosses Brenn around, yelled at him, called him a pet… tried to put the shackle on him. Sebastian closed his eyes, putting his hands against his face.
After a while, Sebastian sat up. He made his way towards the kitchen, arms wrapped around himself. He started making breakfast, but he doubted either of them were hungry right now. Still, he needed this routine, he needed something to hold on to.
After a little bit of just lying on his bed and feeling sorry for himself, he got up off the bed. He knew that he was probably going crazy, he had probably lost it at this point. He should be upset with Sebastian, hating the man after all that he had been put through, but he just couldn't. He could see the man''s point of view, the reason why Sebastian had done what he had done, and Brenn understood his anger, his betrayal, his hurt. The man had the option of doing whatever he had wanted with him, abusing him in any way shape or form, but he didn't. He had given the boy his space, and was even kind enough to bring him his bird and his own room. I must have really hurt him. . . He thought shaking his head a bit. He quickly changed out of his pajamas, and into some of the clothes that Sebastian had bought him and made his way into the kitchen, "Good morning!" Brenn said with all the cheeriness he could muster, just trying to make something a bit normal.
Sebastian looked up when Brenn came into the room. His face had fallen back to its default, the indifferent look of a man how didn't care. Sebastian's emotions were raging inside of him, though, pushing and pulling him in so many directions. He was hurt still, a bit, but he was so ashamed. He was still angry, in the shadowy part of his mind that he always had to have a tight grip on around Brenn.
"Good morning," Sebastian said, managing to make his voice… not cheerful, but definitely not as gloomy as his thoughts.
"Are you hungry?" Sebastian was just finishing up the food, sliding the omelet onto two plates in equal portions.
Brenn sat down at the kitchen counter and nodded a little bit. He wasn't really hungry, but he didn't want Sebastian to get hurt that he wouldn't eat his food. So he took a bite of the omelet looking down at the food, "I appreciate it Sebastian. . ." He said softly, "It tastes good."
Sebastian sat on the opposite side of the counter as Brenn. He himself just moved the food around a bit with his fork.
"I'm glad you like it," he said softly. Sebastian glanced up at Brenn, letting out a sigh.
"Not hungry?" He said softly, seeing the look at the boy's face, "I'll let you be if you'd like. I can take it over to my room.. .
"
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Sebastian said. "But I won't stop you." Sebastian looked down at his plate. Even before, after just kidnapping Brenn, there hadn't been much tension. But now… Sebastian knew things wouldn't be able to just go back to normal. But they could try, they could damn try…
Brenn shrugged, "I don't want to bother you or something. I can go but, if you'd like me to stay or something I will. I wouldn't mind."
"I… It'd be nice if you stayed," Sebastian admitted softly. With how Brenn worded it, he had no idea what Brenn wanted in this, so he took a shot in the dark.
"I'm probably not going to go in to work today."
Brenn looked at him, studying the boy a bit. He couldn't tell if Sebastian was saying that just to say it, and make sure that Brenn behaved, or just stay there to stay home. "Okay, I hope you rest well, if that's what you want." He said with a smile, "I-I'll uhm. If you need to do something, I try to stay quiet."
"Thank you, for the thought," Sebastian said. He stood, his omlete mostly untouched.
"Please, don't feel like you have to do that. I don't have anything to do today like that." Sebastian just wanted to rest, to recover from all the emotional turbulence he was going through.
