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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 13, 2012 22:02:33 GMT -5
Landon couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I'm the smart one." The young man nods, stroking Nate's shoulder absently. There's something about the pair-- they always have to be touching, always have to be close. Landon is magnetized towards the leggier man, attached. Hell. Attached at the hip.
They had spent a lot of time together it wasn't always fully awake or fully clothed. Boxers were whatever, but Landon's blood runs cold when he hears Nate speak. His breath catches, eyes going wide. "You what?" His hand runs down, resting on the man's knee, looking horrified.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 16, 2012 1:32:31 GMT -5
Nathan nodded. He was just as terrified as the other boy was. There was nothing natural about not feeling his legs. And it scared him. "I can't feel that, but I'm pretty sure it's weird." He mumbled, picking Landon's hand up by the wrist to put it back in the boy's own lap. But the boy touching him had got him thinking. Were they always this close? Or this touchy? Somewhere, deep inside of him, he was wondering if there wasn't something underlying there. Did they have something going that Landon just wasn't telling him? But he decided against asking. That might be offensive.
"I'm going to go stir crazy if I can't move." He moaned, throwing his head back. He was already starting to feel like he was full of energy and had no way of letting it out.
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Post by Milo Hope Castillian on Nov 16, 2012 18:21:34 GMT -5
There was a lot going on... there had been from almost the very start. It was the sort of thing that happened when you have two boys with a propensity toward alcohol and each other. It was easy to hide, to pretend to be more drunk than they really were. He wouldn't tell Nate that now... he wouldn't let the man know. That would just be weird.
At the words, his heart sinks. "You can't... feel it?" The man's hear pounds in his chest and he's on his feet in a split moment. His head sticks into the hall, rapidly babbling to whatever staff member about the fact that Nate can't feel his damn legs. The idea that the most stealthy, obnoxious, hell raising bastard (next to himself) on earth was to be held down was too much to handle.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 16, 2012 20:22:10 GMT -5
"Not it. I can't feel either of them." Nathan mumbled. He watched the boy go to the door, feeling like he was in a movie. This was getting worse by the second. He was starting to feel bad for him. It wasn't just Nathan in this. He was dragging Landon along with him. A nurse came in, poking over his legs. He watched quietly, unable to feel her hands on him. She walked back out of the room, probably to get a doctor.
"I don't think you told me my name." He said quietly. He couldn't remember if he had or hadn't. It was a lot to take in, all this at once. He didn't want to relearn his entire life.
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 18, 2012 0:26:16 GMT -5
Best friends doesn't mean when you feel like it or when things are easy. It means always. To be in love with someone wasn't all that much different but it was stronger... harder... deeper. It was enough to put tears just behind Landon's eyes... the only one he'd cry in front of was Nate. Nate when he was Nate. He wouldn't do it now, not where there were doctors about to see.
Landon's voice shakes though. He returns to hovering next to the man's bed, a hand on his shoulder. "Nathan Conor Stellan. You generally look up whenever anyone screams 'you douchebag' though." He tries in vain to keep his breathing regular. One could try.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 18, 2012 0:57:13 GMT -5
Nathan listened quietly. He assumed he was a trouble maker. It didn't sound out of place, either. He sighed, running a hand over his leg. Miserable. This was miserable. "I'm really glad you're here. This seems like it'd blow a lot worse than it is now if I didn't have you." He looked up at the other boy. It was true. He was glad there was someone here to talk to, someone who could tell him who he was and how he was supposed to be.
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 18, 2012 1:11:28 GMT -5
Landon sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. His eyes are ever so gentle on Nathan's face when he feels like the man isn't looking. He just needs the man so badly it hurts... best friends meant the world to him. "Is there anything else you need to know?" The man's hand is gentle Nate's shoulder, sighing gently.
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