tomás keller is trying to find his footing (cyclonics) wrote in superbabies, @ 2013-03-08 03:50:00 |
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Despite the voice in his head that said Henry was just over reacting to something, Tomás found himself making his way to the residents section despite it being a school night. He used his powers to prevent the sound of his footsteps from filtering down the hall since certain residents wouldn’t appreciate him being here, but fuck them. Sure, it was only a stupid stuffed animal, but Henry was acting weirder than usual here. So this was him attempting to take Ian’s advice and actually initiate some communication. Once he reached the door, he grabbed the knob and went to turn it, but found it was locked. Henry never locked his door. “Henry?” he asked as he tapped light on the door. “Henry open the door.” The incriminating photo was all Henry could look at, locked up tight in his room with enough supplies for the next 48 hours. He had beer, more beer, some water, and three different types of chips. They were all he would need to get through until he figured out if someone was actually out for his blood, or to just drive him insane. Either way, they were getting close. Knocking, and his name, startled Henry from his laptop. He had closed the blinds on the windows tightly and locked his door, even locking the bathroom door, to prevent someone from getting in. Assuming they weren’t a ghost or mouse shapeshifter or went through walls---that they needed doors. But the voice belonged to Tomás, he recognized it, and slid out of bed, hitching his sweats up, and unlocked the door, peeking his head through the crack. “Did anyone follow you?” He took a step forward expecting Henry to let him in immediately, but that wasn’t the case and he almost collided with the door. Okay then. “Henry, why are -- “ Thinking back on some of the things Ian had said, Tomás let his shoulders slump and less than a second later the wind in the hallway picked up slightly. “There is no one in the hallway but me, Henry. Please let me inside.” Still suspicious, “Really?” He wasn’t sure. It sounded empty, and Tomás wouldn’t lie. Not unless it wasn’t him, and he was brainwashed. While probable here it was also unlikely; one of the telepaths would surely pick up on brainwashing or mind control. Unless they were the ones doing it... Sighing, Henry stepped back and opened the door wide enough for him to slip through before locking it securely again. He didn’t really know what to say, either, just looked at Tomás blankly before shuffling off back to his bed. Where it was warm, safe, and murderer free. (Unless they were underneath it, but he already checked there.) Tomás sighed as he started to kick his shoes off of his feet, eventually bending down to pick them up and arrange them neatly beside the door. Next he removed his jeans and they were neatly folded before being placed on the nearest surface. Once that was finished, he shuffled over to the bed and climbed under the covers next to Henry. “I can stay the night if you want,” he said quietly as he scooted close enough to him so their shoulders could brush. “Maybe,” he mumbled, closing his laptop carefully and pushing it to the end of the bed, first with his hands and then using his feet under the covers. Truthfully, he did want Tomás to stay. Like when he was convinced Yoko would come out from the dark and stab him in his sleep (how ridiculous he had been then! He couldn’t see her being mean to him even if she tried now) and every time before that, from adulthood back, when he had pissed off someone with great powers. “You said you wanted me to take time off and think.” Turning onto his side, Tomás carefully threw an arm across Henry’s torso and gave an awkward little half hug. “I know. I was angry last night when I said that,” he confessed after a few moments of silence passed between them. Perhaps part of him was still angry, or maybe he was just confused, but now didn’t seem to be the appropriate time to delve into that. “But Henry. I don’t want anyone else but you, okay? No Eli. Not anyone else.” Cuddling was usually initiated by Henry, not Tomás, which meant one thing: bodysnatcher. No, he reminded himself, not that. It meant that Tomás cared. About him. “I hear you. I’m listening to you,” he responded quietly, looking down at him, “but that really hurt. I thought the next thing you were going to say was you wanted to break up.” “Well hearing you say those things really hurt too.” Think about it still stung, though now he understood a bit more of what perhaps was going through Henry’s mind concerning the entire situation. “But it’s going to take a lot more than that for me to break up with you.” “...you think I’ve lost my mind, don’t you?” He was changing the topic, but not completely. Somehow the two were related. “Is that why you said that?” Tomás sighed. “I said it because I was feeling hurt, yes,” he confessed. For him, putting up roadblocks at the first instance of feeling hurt was a kneejerk reaction. “And no, I don’t think you are losing your mind. I think you probably have a reason for feeling that way.” “You were hurt?” Henry asked, confused. “You thought I was being stupid. I get that you don’t think I am now, but. I honestly... someone is seriously fucking with me. This isn’t a joke.” Shifting slightly, he put his other hand down on the mattress and pushed up on his arms so he could look down on Henry. “I was hurt that you seemed to think I would just drop you like that. Henry, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to stop whoring around here for and I’m not going to just give that up for any guy who shows up at the front door.” And let’s face it. That happened a lot here. “And no one is going to hurt you with me around,” he added before laughing nervously for a moment. “I mean, we’ve all seen the picture of what my mother did to my grandfather’s store.” “Okay,” he said meekly, squishing down a little and drawing into himself. This was where his insecurities came in. He knew Tomás wouldn’t, but then. He might. Because people came along who were flashy and rich and handsome or pretty and it wouldn’t be the first case in the history of relationships for someone to do that. Especially not to him; Bethany went for Josh, Eirena went for Oli. Even if he knew now that he couldn’t have had them, it was still. It hurt. Even if he did love those two with all he had, it did hurt. “I remember. You showed me. But, I just,” he tried, shoulders heaving up and then down and sagging. “I believe you.” Tomás sighed again before lower himself back toward the mattress and moving back to his previous position. “We’ll figure out who is fucking with you, okay?” he offered before yawning. “I hate seeing you like this.” He nodded, “It’s more just. They know they can, and that. I don’t like that, they took something someone gave me, and they’re watching me sleep.” Or spying, with cameras. It was all circular and it all stirred up his paranoia. “I mean, at least when I was afraid it was Sassy, I kind of knew how it’d go. I don’t know who this is so I can’t predict anything. I feel dumb,” Henry found himself admitting that, quiet and a little sullen, staring at his hands the whole time. Because he did and it made him feel terrible. “That’s why we’re going to figure it out, okay?” And then Tomás would make it very clear to that person that they were going to leave Henry the fuck alone. Not that he was going to mention that to the other man at the moment. “You’re not dumb, Henry.” Mutely, Henry nodded and shifted to lean against Tomás, accepting this as an apology. It was their kind of apology. “I... really just want my monkey back.” “We’ll get your monkey back.” Tomás fell short of saying he promised that the precious item would be returned because he knew very well promises were often broken. Closing his eyes, he let a moment of silence pass before speaking again. “Hey Henry?” More nodding. It was, at this point, a demand. He wanted his monkey back like a child wanted it’s favorite Power Ranger toy. Product of being an only child. Looking over, Henry raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He would try his best, Henry. It didn’t actually mean he would succeed in it, but he would certain try. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Henry gaped like a guppy. “You what?” “You heard that right,” he answered with a yawn. “Now I really need to get some sleep here.” “Oh.” Oh. A smile cracked and he passed a hand along Tomás’ cheek. “Careful, the monkey-thief will probably be watching.” “Well. Might as well give him or her a little show then, right?” Tomás didn’t wait for an answer as he leaned in to press his lips against Henry’s. |