Thomas tried to wipe at his eyes with a shaky hand so other people wouldn’t see as they walked by, squishing himself closer to Damien. He just- He wanted to be back in his room, Thomas wanted to restart today. He quietly said with a shaky voice, “I wish I-I had just never a-auditioned.”
"Don't say that, you did great." Damien muttered, leading Thomas through the front door. "If you don't want to do it anymore though, I won't stop you. It's your choice."
Thomas sniffled a little bit as he mumbled, “I don’t want to do it because of-“ Because of her. He shuddered again, and more tears began to fall. Thomas didn’t want to even drive home, he just wanted to be away from it all and cry. He didn’t want to think about it, because thinking meant reliving what had just happened. Thomas wanted -needed- to talk about it, needed to get it out, but couldn’t out of fear and shame.
Damien nodded, even though he knew he would never understand what Thomas was feeling. "If you need to talk, let me know." He stared at Thomas's motorcycle blankly, then turned back to him. "Do you mind if we take the bus?"
“Let’s take the bus,” Thomas told him in affirmation, staring at the ground though. Damien didn’t know how good the bus sounded to him. He tightened his grip on Damien’s as if the other would disappear right in front of him. Safe, free, it’s okay, Thomas reminded himself.
He nodded, leading Thomas to the bus stop sign he saw in the distance. If they were lucky, they wouldn't have to wait too long before a bus came. Damien tried his best to hide every emotion he was feeling and plastered a fake, but realistic, smile on his face. He hoped it would make Thomas feel slightly better.
Thomas leaned into Damien’s side, staring at his feet. He desperately wanted -needed- a shower. He felt so… violated. And of course, Thomas just started crying again because of it, shaking a little bit more and he got out, “I-I-I’m s-hic-sorry-“ Thomas stopped to press his face into Damien’s chest, trying to just let the sobs pass.
"You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Damien mumbled, running his fingers through Thomas's hair to comfort him. He hoped that what he was doing was helping a bit, but if he was being honest with himself he wasn't the best at comforting people.
Thomas took a few moments to recollect himself, and thankfully the bus was pulling up. He slowly pulled away, sniffing up the last of his sobs. It’s okay now. Okay. He nodded his head to himself, finally calming down.
Damien smiled gently at Thomas as he stepped onto the bus, choosing a seat towards the middle. (my phone is dying this is all I can type sorry)
(Ur good! I got to get to bed soon anyways…)
Thomas followed Damien wordlessly, curling up beside him, then finally letting a few words out, “Damien… It was terrible. I-I-I was scared and s-she had me pressed up against the wall so I couldn’t move, and her- her hands-“ Thomas clamped his eyes shut, “Why do people even have to do those things?”
(These two are making me cry and smile at the same time.)
They safely exited the theater without anyone suspecting anything and drove back home. When Nova finally opened the front door, she saw Antoine on the floor, passed out. She quickly ran up to him and thee first thing she did was to call Thomas and Damien to let them know what happened.
Antoine weakly looks up when he sees Nova, his bangs covering his burnt eye. He coughs, a trail of bile falling from his lips. He groans softly, shivering and shaking as he lay there. He couldn't move. He felt unbearably sick. His stomach churned and ached.
(Is the disease/symptoms widely known?)
Damien shook his head, thinking for a moment. "If I'm being honest…I don't really know. Some people just…believe different things or see the world differently. It's hard to get in the mind of someone like her." He kept his anger inside him, focusing on being calm for Thomas. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Damien took it out and read the caller ID. "It's Nova." He explained to Thomas, holding the phone up to his ear after he accepted the call. "Hey Nova."
(Is the disease/symptoms widely known?)
(It’s a deadly disease that’s been on the uprise. The symptoms have been on the news)
When Madison got home she quickly walked to the living room and flopped down on the couch.
Thomas closed his eyes, leaning against Damien’s side and listening in on the conversation. It felt… better. He focused on the other’s breathing, it was like a steadying drum to Thomas. Safe.
(Since the disease is widely known, shouldn’t Antoine have more suddle symptoms? I think our characters could guess what going on if he was passed out and sick like that.)
(At the moment it's just bile, so I was thinking that he could just pass it off as bad food in the fridge)
(Ahhhh, I thought he had a full on seizure or something lol)
(Nope, he's just throwing up bile at the moment, and it's not a lot, so he could claim it was bad milk or something like that)
(So… let's just pretend Nova didn't call Damien)
"What's wrong? Are you having some sort of allergic reaction or something today because you don't look fine and don't say that you are." She walked over to a cupboard in the kitchen and got out some pain and fever medication. "Take this, you should feel better." She declared, not wanting a response.
"Ngh…" Is his reply. He holds his hand over his burnt eye, not wanting her to see the ankh burned into his flesh. "Most likely." He mutters, "Maybe bad milk?" He shifts so he can slowly sit up. He felt very weak, but that was a given because of him throwing up.
"Cmon," She sticks out her hand for him to grab so he can be more comfortable on the couch. "She got a glass of water for him to take the medicine with before sitting across from him. "Do you want your patch?" She says while noticing his hand over his eye socket.