it's not always black and white | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor kept as quiet as possible through the movie. It provided decent distraction, and he enjoyed it as much as he could in this position. Even so, by the end, he feltterrible, miserable. He wanted to go climb in bed andnever get up again. He had managed to get his legs into theseat next to him, sprawled awkwardly in an attempt to get into a position where he wasn't so dizzy or nauseous.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn did notice how much Connor was trying to be quiet while the movie played, and he did appreciate it, though he understood that the male couldn't really help it. He hadn't been expecting all that much in that department, but it was nice to know how courteous Connor was being about it. The movie actually had been pretty good all the way through, which was nice. Though he realized that Connor was having some comfort issues towards the end, and he wasn't really sure what to say about the way the male was awkwardly sprawled in the seats. Couldn't be comfortable at all like that, and with wings it must be a bit horrible. He waited as the credits went by, collecting the snacks and trash and such before looking over at Connor again. "Are you alright?" He asked lightly, worried.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked up, nodded. But his eyes said otherwise. He couldn't do this... He was ready to crack, wanted those drugs so bad it wasn't even funny.
Sitting up slowly, he rubbed blearily at his eyes, hauling himself shakily to his feet. He really wanted to go lay down. "Y-you enj-joy it..?"

[tarquin finley ellis]

He saw the nod, but he also saw the look in Connor's eyes, too. That was the part that bothered him most of all. The male wasn't telling the truth, and it made Quinn wonder how to handle that. He could not under any circumstances just leave Connor alone while the male was like this. Quinn knew it would only end badly. He took a breath, just watching Connor sit up and then stand. At the words, Quinn nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty good." He responded evenly, moving to throw the trash away and waiting for Connor to catch up. "Come on, let's get you to your room. You look like you are going to fall down or pass out or something..." He pointed out with a frown. He stuck by Connor's side, trying to be careful just in case that the male stumbled or something.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smirked bitterly. "I am." He muttered, coughing into an arm as he walked with Quinn out of the theater slowly. He trailed a hand along the wall, starting slowly back towards the dorms. He was relieved when he made it to his without any casualties. He grabbed his water and crawled onto bed, curling beneath the blankets woth a faint gag, squirming in discomfort.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The frowned deepened a little at Connor's smirk and words, and he kept an eye out as they walked along. It gave Quinn time to just think about things in his life, situating it all. He wouldn't be able to always take days off like this, but for now it was alright, and probably vital to help Connor that he did spend time finding the male distractions right now. When they reached Connor's dormroom and the winged male grabbed water and curled under the blankets, Quinn set down the remainder of the movie snacks on the counter and looked back at Connor. Well, he couldn't just leave now, so he walked over to the bed and sat down at the end of it. If Connor needed to talk, then Quinn would be there for him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stilled for awhile, then whimpered at some point, feet digging against the bed, fingers knotting in the sheets. He arched and squirmed a bit, trying to cope with his body's confusion of clean blood running through veins that had grown so used to strong drugs.

[tarquin finley ellis]

With the quiet and all, Quinn decided to play a game on his phone, thinking that perhaps Connor would take a nap or something. He had said something about passing out after all, so Quinn simply took that as what probably would happen. So he played with the game on his phone -- tetris -- and blinked when he heard the male whimper and noticed at Connor moved a bit, frowning at what was going on. He didn't say anything though, didn't ask about it, because if Connor wanted to say something to him, then the male would start to talk. For now Quinn could just be here for Connor and wait. So that's what he did.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor finally rolled onto his stomach, wings spreading. "F-f-fuck..." He huffed, groaning. "I c-..I c-can't do th-this..." He whined, struggling to sit up, eyeing the drawer brokenly. He was itching to give in, breaths rapid as he tried to decide.

[tarquin finley ellis]

When Connor rolled over with wings spread, Quinn stopped the game he was playing and stuffed his phone into his pocket, hearing the words and looking wary as the male struggled to sit up. Quinn noticed where Connor was looking, figuring that he knew very well what must be in that drawer. Drugs. Great. The male still had them in the room. Of course he did. Quinn sighed heavily, hearing the rapid breaths from Connor and moving to stand in front of the male. "Connor, no. You can do this. Don't give in." He said, looking worried. But it wasn't as if Connor could really get to the drawer before he could, though he really hoped it did not get to something like that.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I gotta.." Connor whimpered, tugging at his hair before attempting to get to his feet. He stopped, huffing,ththen made a move for the drawer, nearly tripping over Quinn.

[tarquin finley ellis]

There was that slight moment of panic at Connor's response to that, but Quinn wasn't going to give in, wasn't going to make this easy for Connor, nope. When the male got to his feet and went for the drawer, Quinn was quicker; up and moving and pressing himself against the drawer to face Connor. He was sure the male wouldn't be able to make him move; at least not physically. "No, Connor. I'm not letting you have it." He said firmly, lips pressing into a thin line as he stood there. "We can find something else to keep your mind off of this... just tell me what would work..." He watched the male, waiting for Connor to lash out at him or something. But he wasn't going to back down.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I n-need it.." Connor cried brokenly, tugging helplessly on the blocked drawer. He let go, stumbling and catching himself on the bed, face finding his hands. "I-I dunno.. Pl-lease...."

[tarquin finley ellis]

He had to brace himself against this, had to keep himself from letting Connor's words get to him. But that was difficult enough, watching the male go through this. Connor was suffering, but Quinn had to remember this was the best thing for the male. To get clean so this didn't have to happen again. So Connor would have a chance to get better. He swallowed in discomfort at the begging, looking away from Connor and cletching his teeth. No, he wasn't going to give in. He couldn't do that. "I'm sorry, but no. I can't let you do that. You have to get better." He said, resolved to this.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I c-can't.." Connor sobbed, fingers tangling in his hair. He coughed softly, shaking as he got up and started to pace, teeth grinding together, breaths rapid. He was fighting. But he didn't think he could do this, didn't want toanymore.