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"No. You're fine. I just don't really trust people I don't know too well to be in my house while I'm sleeping," he explained, shrugging his shoulder lightly in an 'it is what it is' type of way. And though he was communicating with the other, his eyes hadn't left the table. They stayed fixed on the wooden surface, the shine of the ceiling lights against it so slightly blinding to his sensitive eyes. "Is there a problem with that?" he questioned, a thin, black eyebrow raised as punctuation.

"No no I get it. Stranger danger, theft and all that. My other question is, what's so interesting about the table? Why won't you look at me?" He then checked his phone,and noticed that he had 5 minutes until his break was up.

Amyr looked up at Ashton for a split-second before returning his eyes to the wood. "Its patterns intrigue me," he explained, tapping his nail against the surface gently before meeting Ashton's eyes. "What is this made from? Do you know?"

"Wood? Duh. Probably oak or birch, something common." He had gotten bored, so he got up. "Thanks for the coffee. I'll be back later for Flick… uh see ya around." And with that he's out the door and back to work.

Amyr waved goodbye to the other and got up to prepare for the rest of his shift. He'd taken his break four hours early, so he'd be working for nine straight hours. He walked behind the counter with a loud sigh and called on the next customer with a bright "Next!" accompanied by a bright smile.

Ashton walked into the dark place and sat at the bar for a moment. He ordered himself a water as his eyes got adjusted to the bright flashing lights. He had to hit the stage in an hour, and he had a lot of prep to do. So. He chugged the water,headed into back room, got on his personal,favorite, the Playboy Bunny outfit,and he began to do his stretches. Afterwards he got on makeup, and then onto the center stage he went to begin his lustful work.

The whole day, Amyr had patchy focus. One moment thinking about a customer's order, the next zoning out, and thinking about Ashton. Hardly anything could pull him out of his trances, aside from burning hot coffee getting on his hands from a cup he had over-filled. Multiple complaints rolled in about a ditsy barista ruining their orders, which, of course, was eventually traced back to Amyr. The manager walked up to Amyr calmly and placed a light hand on his bony shoulder.

"Hey, Amyr," she began softly. "Why don't you go home for today? You're already tracking ahead in hours for the week, so no harm will be done there."

As she spoke, Amyr just stood, glassy-eyed for a moment, before finally registering everything. "If you insist," he complied, removing his apron and cleaning up everything. In a matter of moments, he had wrapped up everything and began walking toward the door, waving goodbye to everyone over his shoulder.

The walk home was bland as usual, the wind blowing over his shoulder pretty much pushing him all the way there. The scenery was lush and green. The sunlight bounced off of tree leaves and into the eyes of Amyr. It hurt ever-so-slightly, though he still thought it to be beautiful. Just as beautiful as some of the animals he had passed along the way. Squirrels and hares alike frolicked along the path he walked, it brought a thin smile to his face.

Soon enough, he was there. The small house of black and white he called home awaited him. It sat there, arms open, door closed. He walked up to it slowly, shoes scuffing against the stone walkway to the entrance. In a few strides, he was face-to-wood with the door, turning a key slowly within the lock and pushing in. Cool air met his face and another smile pressed onto him.

"I'm home," he whispered to himself.

Ashton worked hard for a few more hours, and ended up being released early as he couldn't stand right anymore, and the cigarette burns in his back would need some time to heal. He was a mess. Still. He got himself in his hoodie and sweats, took off the makeup, and headed too Amyr's house. It was only 5:00 in the afternoon, so the sun was still shining,making him hot as he walked up to the house and knocked on the door. He was sweating, and had hickies and bruises all over his body. His butt was also really red. He was in absolute pain. Still. There he stood for his lizard, and then to disappear from Amyr. He didn't want it to be this way but it had to be. He was a lone wolf. And he didn't want to go crashing into Amyrs world. Ruin him as he has so many others.

Amyr walked over the old, white door carefully and opened it, coming face-to-face with Ashton. "Oh, you must be here for your–" Amyr cut his sentence short once he fully took in the state of the other. His eyes narrowed slightly and his bottom lip stuck out a little as he twisted his mouth.

The appearance of the other was pitiful at best. He saw beads of sweat on the shorter male's forehead and noticed a slight tremble. "Are you alright, Ashton?" The end of the sentence slipped off Amyr's tongue awkwardly. He had yet to get used to addressing the other by name. "You don't look like you're doing too well."

"Yeah I'm fine Amyr." The lie did not slide off his tongue as it more stumbled out and plumeted to the ground with a heavy angry tone to it. "I'll be out of your hair as soon as I have Flick." He was pretty used to not relying on people, and them pushing him away. He only asked for small favors and even then that was rare. "Just need some aspirin and a few drinks,I'll be fine." He was leaning on the door flame,and clinging to it a bit so he could stand.

Amyr's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the response of the other. He didn't believe it at all, but he was going to flat-out call Ashton a liar.

"If you say so," he replied hesitantly, "but why don't you come in and sit down until while I go find my aspirin?" He suggested, gesturing to the seats of his living room as he walked away. "Your gecko is on the coffee table there anyhow."

He gladly stumbled in and plopped down into one of the chairs. "Thank you. So,so much." He then reached for the fish tank and smiled softly. "Hi there little dude. Ya miss me?"

(Sorry!)

Amyr soon returned with aspirin and a cup of water. He brought it over to Ashton carefully, handing it to the other once he got there. "Here, do you need anything else?" he asked, his long black hair swaying as he cocked his head.

"Some booze and a good place to sleep." He sighed and took the medications, swallowing it down and guzzling the water. "Shit! I just remembered rents due…ah. My place is all the way on the other side of town. And I'm always hell. Honestly don't care if I'm evicted anymore…" He groaned and stretched, and tried to get up. His arm began to shake as he used the table for support, and ended up falling back into the chair. "S-sorry I'll try to get out of your hair as quick as I can. Don't want to be a bother or anything."

"No, no," Amyr insisted, "you're fine. Do you have an alcoholic beverage you prefer?" He looked at the other with worried eyes. All he wanted to do was help Ashton but was afraid to do anything too drastic, after all, he hardly knew the person.

"Gin. Scotch. Anything hard to numb the pain." He said with a groan as he set down the cage and stretched out a bit. "I really don't want to annoy you…You have work tomorrow and a busy day. I can manage myself." He sighed, and stretched, and seethed in pain as he relaxed. "My back and ass is what hurts the most…I guess that's what happens when you sleep on park benches for years and work the type of job I do…I always end up like this on Mondays. Those are the worst days. Men excited to sin after being at church and then doing the whole family schpiel the day before." He sighed. "Haven't had an actual emotional connection in years. Except Flick of course. He's my little dude. I'd kill someone for him probably."

Amyr nodded slowly, he was slightly unsure if he had either of those, seeing that he was not really one to drink. "Okay," he said, walking off to the kitchen in search of something.

As he turned the corner to the tile floor of his kitchen, he spotted something on one of his counters. He looked carefully at the label for some indication as to what it was. He soon found the word "scotch" in thin, white lettering.

'I think that's what he asked for…' Amyr thought to himself. Though, he generally didn't care if it was or not. He opened a small cupboard and pulled a glass from it. He walked back into the common area, placing the glass and bottle on the coffee table in front of Ashton.

"Here. You can pour however much you like, but if you want ice–" he cut himself off. His instinct told him to say 'get it yourself', but he realized that it would only come off as insensitive if he so then. "I'll get it for you."

"Thank you." He then unscrewed the bottle of scotch and took a swig. "Ah that hits the spot." He then settled into the couch, pouring it into the glass and he settled back. "Seriously man. Thank you. No one has…really ever treated me this kindly. Been practically on my own since day one it seems like. Is there anything I can do for you? I owe you…quiet a bit." He said honestly and truthfully. It was sort of sad to see someone take basic human decency with such deep life giving gratitude.