"Aww, babe, come back," Kaz whined dramatically, making grabby hands in Vaughn's direction. He started to laugh. "Baby come back!" he began to sing, giggling as he did so. "Any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you! Baby come back!" he sang, managing to get that much out before bursting into laughter. His singing voice wasn't too bad, just a little scratchy from laughing
“Oh god,” Vaughn groaned at the singing, snickering as he scrunched up has nose. “That’s earsplitting.” He wasn’t meaning it to sound as an offense, hoping that it sounded joking. He wasn’t the best on complimenting, so he said that instead.
"What, my body the only pretty thing you want?" Kaz asked teasingly. He rolled on top of Vaughn, grinning as he leaned down to sing directly into Vaughn's ear. "Baby come back! You can blame it all on me! I was wrong, and I just can't live without you!" he continued
Vaughn gave a groan, though it was cut off by a laugh towards the end. He covered his face with his forearms, cheeks a tad flushed. “Unbearable,” he commented, nudging Kaz with his knee.
"Aww, baby doesn't like my singing? I'm hurt," Kaz said, making an offended-looking gesture with an exaggerated gasp. He wriggled in place a little, purposely trying to mess with Vaughn
Vaughn hummed in thought, feeling the back of his neck heat up at the nickname. Baby. “This shouldn’t happen here. Not now.”
"What shouldn't happen? Details, babe," Kaz hummed, sprawling out on top of Vaughn. He grinned down at him, a smug look on his face as he reached a hand up to tap Vaughn's nose
“You know exactly what I mean,” Vaughn muttered in a low tone. He moved his hands from his face, dropping them back to his sides as he looked up at Kaz, frowning softly.
Kaz pouted. "Aww. If it makes you feel any better I already broke the cameras in here. I've got a knack for electronics, and these dumbasses hide cameras in all the easy places," he said, tone growing faintly hopeful at the end of his sentence
“That’s not the issue, I didn’t care about the cameras,” Vaughn started, his tone stern on the matter. “I don’t want to randomly get sick in the middle of something like you just did, and ruin the whole goddamn time.”
"Oh. Forgot about that," Kaz said, running a hand through his hair. "Well, we'll just wait till after you get sick. Which, no offense, I hope will be soon because I would very much like to see you without fifty million layers of jackets and shirts and shit."
“I happen to like the way I dress. Besides, it’s not much of a sight, anyways. Lots of scars and such,” Vaughn said, staying laid out on his bed. And the tattoo. He had gotten it a year ago, his sister’s name in her handwriting from some old second grader math worksheet. She always hated math. Just couldn’t grasp it.
"Are you kidding?" Kaz scoffed. "You saw my arms, they look like I stuck both hands in a garbage disposal and kept them there for a few minutes. I can guarantee you'll look better than me."
Vaughn rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. “Hey, we’ve both had our fair share of self harm. That’s why we’re here,” he said, vaguely gesturing to the space around them.
Kaz arched a brow, his expression changing to something a little more solemn. “You…You self harmed too?” he asked, a little softer than his normal tone
Tenor walks into the room. Loudly. Knowing what it is like to be startled. An aching pain in his chest. Stumbling. Falling. Tenor refuses to scream. He always refuses to scream. He alw-You have more pressin things than memories boy! Pull yourself together! Cupping hands to rust stained lips. Charcoal. Copper. Wetness. Tenor refuses to call for help. It never does anything anyway.
(wait, which room did Tenor walk into?)
Kaz arched a brow, his expression changing to something a little more solemn. “You…You self harmed too?” he asked, a little softer than his normal tone
Vaughn exhaled heavily and nodded slowly. “On the news a few years back, there was this big thing about some guy murdering his wife and daughter, but the son got away. All gruesome and shit, the guy got 60 years. The son? That’s me. I was 13 and I watch my mom and little sister get killed, so yeah, it fucked me up to where I tried to do shit.”
Kaz's face fell slightly. "I…I'm sorry. I think I might have been in Germany at the time, but I liked reading about stuff that happened in the states. I think I read about it a little. That must have really sucked," he said softly, trying to find words. He was horrible at empathy, especially trying to comfort people. But for Vaughn, he would try his best. He wrapped his arms around the other boy, trying to console him with affection instead of words
(You guy's room, poor guy, he did knock first)
(ohhhh)
Vaughn nudged himself out of the hug, shaking his head. “It’s Fine,” he mumbled, seeming in a bad mood because he had to talk about that. Though he noticed movement and heard a thump from a short distance away and sat up quickly, looking at the male who was on the floor. He had been the one at the door, and Vaughn had completely forgotten about him. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, getting up quickly.
Kaz jumped up, making his way over to the boy on the floor cautiously. “Look at his neck, it looks like mine,” he said quietly, pointing to the side of it
“Fuck,” Vaughn cursed softly. He stepped closer to the boy, hesitantly putting a hand on his shoulder, eyes narrowed softly. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.
“I’ll grab him some water, the coughing’s a bitch,” Kaz said before jogging into the bathroom, fumbling with one of the cheap disposable cups at the side of the sink before filling it with water