Just asking [CAELAN]

Caelan just helped him remove the jacket without saying a word. He was tired, tired of being alone. Tired of being in the same room with Devan, but not being able to do what he wanted. But he'd stay away in that way. For Devan's good. This was to keep him safe, and alive. Simple as that. His mind would never be changed, no matter how sick it made him feel. No matter how much this whole thing stung for him. He only set the clothes down in the bathroom after getting them off. He'd try to let them dry. At least for now this was okay, he felt fine. Even if he was slightly stressed nothing else should have mattered. This was his life now. Being forgotten by Devan. The things they had, it was just how it went. And he'd not bother trying to bring them back. If only because he knew his boyfriend would get hurt again. And he did not like the idea of that stuff either. So he would stay away, let his heart close up again. Best to build up those walls now.

"O-oh okay...I'm sorr-" He cut himself off, and just tilted his head at Devan. Why was he bringing that up again. Caelan sighed cause he sighed. That should not matter. So what the heck was Devan's issue. Why did he have to keep on talking about it. That only seemed to frustrate him a little bit more now. Yet he'd keep it to himself. At the very least that was all he could do. "What are you even talking about man? That wasn't even towards you. Just get dressed, you need proper clothes." He would take care of him for the next year of high school, and went they went separate ways he'd live with it. For now all he could do was attempt to pretend he was happy. Even if his chest really hurt suddenly, that stinging pain was not going away and he didn't get why.

"w-what why? Oh I mean if you can't then you can't. I'm gonna go get something to eat, you want anything?" He just forced the smile and walked into the kitchen. He leaned on the counter and looked at the ceiling. His chest hurt, his eyes stung. Everything he had to remember Devan had been attacked. He shouldn't let him go anywhere. What was he supposed to do? This felt really confusing, and he barely knew what to do. Caelan just reached into the fridge and thought of making something. But he wasn't that hungry either now, so he just grabbed a piece of bread and shoved it down his throat. If Devan asked him for anything then he'd get him something to at that. So what was he going to do? Right now it was strange for him. He just felt sick and spit the bread out in the trash before putting the food away.

"Devan hey. What do you wanna do now? Besides just sleep?" He had to remember Devan probably made other plans they weren't dating anymore. He had no memory of it. So those ideas still bothered him. But Caelan only forced that smile, waiting till it stuck even if he didn't know what to do. Or if Devan would buy it. He'd just leave it at he was tired right now. That's all. It sounded like him.

He only gave a small nod and went back to what he wanted to do. Whatever it was, and yet he'd rather not deal with it. Caelan wouldn't force Devan to eat, he just didn't want to either right now. He was too tired for that. So for now he'd just deal with this in another way. Like forcing his friend into bed. Trying to get him to rest sounded easy enough for him. He only went back to his own things, like walking back to the room. He felt really bothered. Barely knowing what to do about this. What could he end up saying? Caelan felt like his chest was aching suddenly. What was he supposed to do about all of this anyway? He couldn't tell Devan, it was not going to help. "Devan...let's just go to bed. Okay. I'm tired for now." He was so tired, it wouldn't end up helping him either. Or getting him anywhere either. He'd probably just end up falling off the edge of the earth, or well onto the floor if he stood up for too long.

He raised his hand like he would slam it into the table, but no he didn't. Caelan stopped himself and just gave a small pained laugh. This was fine for him. Yet he didn't know what to do. Perhaps it wasn't going to do him any good either. At least for now anyway. Though what was he supposed to do? How could he figure out where to go with this anyway. Yet he'd rather not dwell in the wrong ideas or anything. Basically. "Yea I know, they won't let you. I got that already. Let's just go to sleep." He huffed a bit then tried to rest. This was just way too tiring for him. To deal with this. To get dragged into this. To feel his chest being torn open again. No he couldn't do that. He only smiled, and walked normally over to his own bed.

"Yea got it already. You care about them, and you don't want them to worry. So don't go then." He was a bit irritated but it wasn't obvious in his tone. He was actually trying to be happy for Devan? That was the impression given and Caelan just curled up on his bed, looking over the wall groaning over his headache. It felt really bad, maybe because he was just bottling his emotions up so badly. Who knew He didn't even care, he just let it go and then sat up. "Good night Devan...I guess." He had a feeling he wouldn't be sleeping though. Maybe that was why he didn't want to be so social right now. It wasn't going to go do him any good.

Caelan just leaned back down and buried his face into the pillow. He could feel his chest ache again, and he just blamed the bruises. He wasn't in pain in any other way. He did not feel a thing, and Caelan just closed his eyes trying to sleep now.