Who: Addison and Harris
What: Confronting Addison about the cuts on his arms
Where: Lima, OH. In Harris's car, and then maybe in like a diner or something. Idk.
When: Sunday, April 1st, 2012; morning
Rating: Mature Content
Warnings: Self harm
Being in such close quarters with someone, especially sleeping in them, one tended to become privy to certain information about that person. Like how Harris knew that he was one of the few to have seen Addison without his make-up - three times now - or, as was currently also the case, how he was noticing the cuts and scratches that were revealed on the younger boy's wrists as his shirt sleeves rode up in his sleep. Harris was an idiot at the best of times, and a complete moron at the worst, but that was alright, because it didn't take a genius to start putting the pieces together.
Addison's cat had died. Even if she hadn't, Addison wasn't allowed to go home, not as long as Andrew was being confined there. But then he'd remembered the stray that Addison and James had taken in and, in the dim moonlight filtering through the windows and windshield, Harris couldn't be certain that the animal wasn't simply the cause. He hoped that was the case, at least, but upon waking up a few hours later, Harris was able to assess the injuries in better light, and the conclusion he began to draw was rather inconclusive. And so he'd have to ask - or, well, accuse, as the situation was more apt to be. He could let the sophomore sleep a bit longer, though - he knew that Addison was liable to complain about missing out on his beauty sleep. And so he shifted around in his seat for a moment, making himself more comfortable, and let his own eyes close again. Harris doubted that he'd fall back to sleep, but it was that or get out of the car to walk around, and he didn't want to risk waking Addison up.