lost // zavir + landon

zavirtmi:

Zavir could feel himself being pulled into Landon’s lap, trying to bleed through the blood now in his throat. He was still clutching his stomach when he heard Landon speak, trying to keep his eyes open. He wiped some of the blood off of his mouth as he sat up a little, trying to look at Landon. “I’m sorry,” Zavir said quietly, turning away from him as he felt his eyes sting with tears. He should have never left his flat, he realizes. He should have just moped in his room instead. And now he’d probably get fired at work for showing up with cuts and bruises on the selling part of his job.

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Landon felt a few tears escape out of his eye, rolling down his cheek as he reached up to wipe it away.  “No, no.  You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault.”   The boy reached down, running his thumb over Zav’s forehead slowly.  “Okay, when you’re feeling up to it, we can walk you back to my car and I’ll take you back to my place.  And we can clean you up, and then you can just stay there for the night.  I’ll even let you pick out a movie for us to watch.  Does that sound good?”  He whispered down to the other, letting his thumb slip down the side of Zavir’s face gently, continuing to try anything that he could to keep the boy calm. 

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