it's not always black and white | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

"Like sh-shit." He mumboed, eyeing Quinn warily. It was pathetic, Connor couldn't even wait a week for his knew drugs to come in. Maybe he should go beg Perseus for morphine. He rolled onto his side, shivering again.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He nodded with a frown at the response and rubbed his temple. Watching Connor roll over and shiver, Quinn walked over and closer. "Are you cold? I could look for more blankets, or um... lay down..." He shifted from one foot to the other uneasily as he said it. He waited there, feeling uncomfortable. Sure, Quinn might have to deal with the whole drug dealer thing eventually, so he might have to do that sooner, just to make sure Connor wasn't getting ahold of any more drugs that way. He did not want to use any kind of violence if he didn't have to, but maybe he could bribe the drug dealer? Appearently he'd known the guy... well enough one from what he's heard. Also awkward.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I don't c-care.." He coughed, curling up and closing his eyes stubbornly. As long as he wasn't held against his will again, it was whatever. Feet tangled in the blankets he was under slightly, searching for warmth by squirming slightly.

[tarquin finley ellis]

This was all colors of awkward, and it didn't look like that was ever really going to let up anytime soon. Which meant that there was no way to get his own life on track unless he gave up on this part. It was frustrating, and he didn't want to deal with it. Maybe he could pay a nurse to watch over Connor... It might make the winged male feel more at ease... possibly. With a sigh he just settled on the bed next to Connor and stared at the ceiling, letting the warmth flood to the surface of his skin, but not touching Connor at all. "Would you rather someone else be here instead?" He asked, uncomfortable.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head slowly and curled up, then sighed. "Y-you can leave if you w-want.. 'm sure you h,have better things t-to do than babys-sit trash." He coughed, stretching out the slightest bit more as he began to warm up again finally.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He noticed Connor shaking his head before curling up and speaking, but Quinn could only sigh at the words, rolling to his side to look at the male. "You aren't trash, Connor. You are my friend, and I care what happens to you. That's why I'm doing this." He said firmly. It obviously wasn't something he liked to do at all; at least not this part. Hanging out was fine enough, though watching Connor go through withdrawal was not. Quinn really needed to speak with that drug dealer and get him to stop giving the winged male anything. It was a plan, but one for another time, since he had gotten more resolve from Connor's words to stay. At least a little longer.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed. "Y-you don't even know. I-..I've alr-ready almost died h-here Quinn.. Liver failure. 'M n-not worth s-saving.. My l-lungs are going, heart..." He let out a shaky breath. "I-I'vehad problems woth them f-for awhile but-..y-yeah. I haven't t-told Perseus."

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn frowned more as Connor went on speaking, listening to what was being said. Yet none of it was shaking his resolve in this. None of it made much of a difference on where he stood and how he felt about it. He still would not think of Connor as trash, and he still was not going to give up on the male. Quinn would do what he could to keep helping, to try and get Connor clean. More then discouraging Quinn, Connor's words were only making him want that more. More willing to fight for it. "You are still worth saving, Connor. And none of that is going to make me think differently. You have survived all that, so you obviously aren't ready to die, to give up. And I'm not giving up on you. As far as I've seen, you are a good person. A little lost, but worth saving. I'm not going anywhere." The words were firm and heartfelt; he wasn't going to lose what could be a good friend.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor grunted, sighing softly. "Y-you can't do much i-if my heart or lungs f-fail.." He mumbled, coughing. He ran his fingers back and forth along the bed slowly, biting his lip.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He watched Connor, hearing the grunt, the soft sigh. And then more words from the stubborn male. At least Quinn was stubborn too, and he wasn't going to give up, nor let the words drag him down. Wasn't going to happen. Nope. "I guess that may be true, but there are many things I can't help with when it comes to that. Still, I'm not giving up on you just because there's the chance of those things happening." He responded evenly. Of course Quinn didn't want those things to happen, but he did know it was possible, that there were quite a few things against Connor's survival. But even so, there was no need to just give up because of that. Quinn knew that he could have a heart attack and die at any moment, or be killed in some other way he couldn't avoid. That was just life, and this wasn't all that different.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged. "F-fine.." He mumble softly, rolling onto his stomach, wings stretching slowlyacross the bed, as well as over Quinn. He didn't want to argue if Quinn was so fixed on it. Nothing wrong, he supposed. So he gave up. He fepttoo sick to remain stubborn anyway.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was good to have that settled; where he stood on the matter and all. Connor might not understand it or agree with it, but those things did not matter to Quinn. He was sticking to what he has said about it. He watched as Connor rolled to his stomach, looking both thoughtful and curious when the wing was stretched over him. His fingers brushed over the underside, liking the feel of feathers. Soon enough he was half snuggling against the wing. Maybe because it seemed less odd because it was a wing and less classified as a human limb, or perhaps it was easier to imagine himself in a better place with the feathers pressed close.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor relaxed at the feeling of Quinn touching over the wing, snuggling close. He let out a slow breath, reaching to rub at an eye as he shifted his weight some and buried his face further into the pillow.

[tarquin finley ellis]

For whatever reason -- the comfort of the feathers or how draining the day had become -- Quinn started to drift off with a barely audiable yawn. He hadn't meant to fall asleep at all, but with everything that had gone on, his mind needed a rest, and it had pushed him to get that. He had gotten too relaxed with the wing over him, and it didn't take long for him to be snoozing with even breathing, forgetting for a little while all the worries that came with being awake. Granted, Quinn had been pushing himself pretty hard getting things done in between learning about who he had been and dealing with all the emotional struggles he was being faced with because of that. His head needed a break.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor felt Quinn grow still with sleep, and evebtually he began to drift as well. It wasn't long before he woke in a cold sweat however, sitting up slowly and pulling his wings close, moving for the drawer. Just a little bit, maybe? Just to even out...
He pulledvit open and whimpered, sorting through things. It was all gone. The glass, the oxy, everything. Needles, razors. He drew in a shaky breath. Quinn had thrown it all out..
The trash. Connor stumbled for the bathroom. But therewere no drugs in the bag, only a razorblade at the bottom.
He snatched it, pulling jeans down, desperate tears falling down his cheeks as he pushed his boxers a little lower and started moving the blade over his hips and pelvis with trembling fingers.