"Love is what you've been through with somebody." - James ThurberThere was nothing quite like the comforting nest of your own bed when times were tough and you weren't feeling good... or even forgot what feeling good felt like. Despite the shit hitting the fan the night before and the fact it caused Riley a bad enough break down to nearly ruin everything, he told Grayson to come home with him once the infusions were done.
He was too tired to analyse anything. His brain had stopped functioning rationally hours before, and this was just one of those things that just
was and didn't need to be explained. There was little conversation as they arrived back at Riley's place around mid-morning. Riley's sole focus was reminding his feet to keep putting one step in front of the other to get him home and trying to push away the ever-present urge to be physically sick. A shower didn't help much, though he did attempt to wash away the feeling of being dirty that was back; one he thought he had shed years ago. He scrubbed at his skin until it was red and sore, and then covered up in pyjamas once he was done to crawl into bed.
( Grayson was already lying there, though he wasn't asleep... )Riley Bryant || Original Character
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