Beau nodded in understanding as he shifted in his spot again, the throbbing in his head disappearing. "You know, I thought you hated me at first…" He mumbled softly, Aristotle's voice booming in his head once again. "I'm glad we're friends."
"I…I don't hate you," Vien mumbled, slightly muffled by the way he had his face pressed into the pillow. "You're too nice for me to h-hate you. Too nice to me, anyways."
A long pause stretched out between them as Beau began to wake up, starting to forget what they had been talking about. Something about hair… and spirits? He thought drowsily as he pushed himself to sit up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Kind…of?" Vien answered sheepishly. He had thought Beau was awake this entire time. He shuffled back a bit on the bed instinctively, but in his haste to make himself take up as little space as possible he ended up falling off the edge of the bed with a squeak. He rubbed at his head, wincing a little before not even bothering to sit up
"Sorry, I do that sometimes…" Beau answered, trailing off as he felt his face heat up from embarrassment. He looked up towards where Vien had been, but instead heard a noise come from the ground. Laughing softly and pushing himself up, he walked towards the other side of the bed and looked down at Vien with a small grin. "Do you usually fall on the ground like that?" Beau teased as he kneeled down next to Vien.
"No, not really. I suppose I've just f-fallen for you," Vien laughed, cracking a grin as he looked up Beau. He was trying to make a conscious effort to be a little more friendly, and even if he was really bad at it, he was at least getting somewhere with Beau
"Guess it's my turn to fall for you next," Beau added as he chuckled lightly, a soft grin making its way across his face. He sat down next to Vien, deciding that it would be easier to talk and also because he began to feel a little light-headed again.
Vien felt his face heat up a little at Beau's words, but he did his best to ignore it. He folded his arms beneath his head, looking over at Beau. "I hope I wasn't b-bothering you too much earlier," he mumbled
"No, no, of course not. I'm usually never fully asleep, so I tend to talk." Beau answered, shifting a little in his spot next to Vien. He had hoped that Vien wouldn't have to see him sleeptalk, but it always happened with everyone at some point. "I should be sorry. My sleeptalking is kind of wierd…"
"It's fine," Vien laughed, wincing a little as he bumped the burn on his arm against the back of his head. "Trust me, I've d-dealt with worse. My little sister used to sleepwalk, and she a-always looked like a ghost."
Beau smiled faintly at Vien's comment, glad that he hadn't made fun or been scared of him. He was honestly grateful that Vien had been so kind to him so far. "Does it still hurt?" Beau asked, motioning towards the burn on Vien's forearm as he looked towards him concernedly.
"A little," Vien lied. It actually hurt a lot, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He didn't like to make a big deal of himself. He just didn't quite see the point. He resisted the urge to cover his arm back up again, glancing up at the ceiling
"Can I take a look at it?" Beau asked gently as he watched Vien's expression, sensing that there was something a little off with what he said, though Beau didn't press on. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to be in pain.
"I guess," Vien mumbled, shifting to hold out his burned arm while he looked off to the side. He couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious, but he said nothing as he stared at a spot on the far wall
Beau leaned forward and studied the burn, making sure not to touch it. It seemed quite bad, though he was sure that he had seen a medical kit around somewhere. Pushing himself up, he moved towards the room's bathroom, quickly returning with a first aid kit before he sat back down in front of Vien again. "Is it okay if I touch it?" Beau asked gently, glancing up at Vien as he began to rummage through the medical supplies.
Vien nodded, slinging his free arm over his face as he tried not to squirm. He felt like he was bothering Beau too much, and he just couldn't seem to shake the feeling. He was so used to having no one, he didn't know how to react when he finally had someone
Beau managed to find an ointment and a few rolls of gauze and band-aids. He uncapped the tube of burn cream and gently applied it to Vien's arm, hoping that it wouldn't hurt too much. "Sorry if it stings a bit," Beau spoke up as he bit his lip softly in concentration.
Vien winced a little as Beau touched the burn, but the pain quickly turned to a soothing feeling as the ointment helped cool the marred skin. He was sure it would scar when it finally healed, though it wouldn't be as bad as the ones from the house fire
After a few minutes, Beau set the tube of ointment down and reached to grab the gauze and bandages by his side. He began to wrap each layer one at a time until the burn was completely covered and secured. "There we go," He mumbled as he adjusted the bandages one more time, glancing up towards Vien.
Vien moved his arm off his face, glancing over at Beau before looking at his arm. It hurt far less now that it was wrapped, and he could move it without it stinging every five seconds. "Thank you," he mumbled
"You don't have to thank me. It's the least I can do," Beau answered gently as he began to put everything back into the first-aid kid. He felt a little vulnerable under Vien's icy eyes as he shifted nervously under their gaze.
"Yeah, but you d-didn't…have to," Vien said slowly, turning his head to look at the wall again when he realized he was making Beau uncomfortable. Great. Even his eyes made him look like a freak
(0of we need le fluff. I legit so bored rn I can't jump in and nobody is on.)
(Hey. You wanna continue with what we were doing?)
(With Adel and Jax I mean)
"You're my friend and it wasn't that hard to do either," Beau replied softly as he noticed Vien glance away. Had he said something wrong? Cursing himself mentally he finished putting everything away and pushed the first-aid kit to the side. "Do you think we'll have to fight tomorrow too?"