It's in my DNA.

Names Alan Bancoff, I like things and I am considerably the best person you will meet. Cabin Dionysus for the win, BITCH. 18 and all I do if freestyle.

[chris-moretz]

What is this?

[alan-bancoff]

I'm scared.

[tristan-mayfield]

Why no, I do not have paint all over myself because my canvas fell over, no.

[alan-bancoff]

I also didn't push you, by the way, Papa, that was all you, and the air.

[alan-bancoff]

Careful babe. -he worries- Slowly.

[tristan-mayfield]

I know, I know. -he takes a moment, keeping his head down, trying hard to keep it down- 

[alan-bancoff]

-he worries and softly rubs his back trying to reassure him not wanting to make it worse-

[tristan-mayfield]

[alan-bancoff]

-his frown deeps- What about water? What if I went to go get you some more meds? What if I take you back to the doctors? What can I do?

[tristan-mayfield]

Water I can do. - he reaches for it and chugs a bit- I - I don’t want meds, I don’t want to go to the doctor. We both…

[tristan-mayfield]

No, I want to. I want to eat…I just…I’m scared.

[alan-bancoff]

It’ll be okay…You don’t have to be scared, if you throw up that’s fine, we’ll find a way. A harmless way and an anti hospital way. It’ll be okay. -he nods-

[tristan-mayfield]

-he nods, taking a moment before he takes a few bites of the sandwich-

[alan-bancoff]

Careful babe. -he worries- Slowly.

[tristan-mayfield]

[alan-bancoff]

-his frown deeps- What about water? What if I went to go get you some more meds? What if I take you back to the doctors? What can I do?

[tristan-mayfield]

Water I can do. - he reaches for it and chugs a bit- I - I don’t want meds, I don’t want to go to the doctor. We both…

[tristan-mayfield]

No, I want to. I want to eat…I just…I’m scared.

[alan-bancoff]

It'll be okay...You don't have to be scared, if you throw up that's fine, we'll find a way. A harmless way and an anti hospital way. It'll be okay. -he nods-

[alan-bancoff]

-his frown deeps- What about water? What if I went to go get you some more meds? What if I take you back to the doctors? What can I do?

[tristan-mayfield]

Water I can do. - he reaches for it and chugs a bit- I - I don’t want meds, I don’t want to go to the doctor. We both hate hospitals, I don’t want to do that. -he pauses- I’ll try it. Maybe I can. 

[alan-bancoff]

-he nods, playing with his own fingers, nervously- But..like if you need it.. I mean, I'd go, but like...I don't want it to be worse for you, Tristan. If you feel like you can...do it. But don't like, force yourself to because of me.

[alan-bancoff]

Then lets go clubbing my friend. I’ll teach you all the moves, all the moves!!

[oliviahaart]

All of them?!

[alan-bancoff]

-with all seriousness- All of them.

[alan-bancoff]

Hmmmm…but dancing. Dancin is cool, and hella fly.

[oliviahaart]

Dancing is very cool.

[alan-bancoff]

Then lets go clubbing my friend. I'll teach you all the moves, all the moves!!

[tristan-mayfield]

[alan-bancoff]

Shhhh… -he holds his face in his hands, and kisses each eyelid, before moving off of his lap- Lay down, I’ll be back, yeah?

[tristan-mayfield]

-he stands slowly so as to avoid a head-rush, but is unsuccessful, stumbling, catching his head in his hand, he sits down on the…

[tristan-mayfield]

-he sits up next to him, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, he stares at the food in front of him- I can’t — I can’t eat it…I’ll just throw it up…I’ve tried…

[alan-bancoff]

-his frown deeps- What about water? What if I went to go get you some more meds? What if I take you back to the doctors? What can I do?

[alan-bancoff]

Clubbing is all I do. Golf right?

[oliviahaart]

Uh, no, babe. But we can play golf if you like.

[alan-bancoff]

Hmmmm...but dancing. Dancin is cool, and hella fly.

[alan-bancoff]

Shhhh… -he holds his face in his hands, and kisses each eyelid, before moving off of his lap- Lay down, I’ll be back, yeah?

[tristan-mayfield]

-he stands slowly so as to avoid a head-rush, but is unsuccessful, stumbling, catching his head in his hand, he sits down on the bed, flopping onto his back-  

[alan-bancoff]

-he leaves and searches the kitchen for food, seeing what he can do with whats in the fridge, and makes a sandwich, and gets water, he clumsily makes his way back to Tristan, managing not to wreck it all- Here...you go, papa. -he places the food down, sitting down next to him-

[alan-bancoff]

Tristan! It’s been like months! Why didn’t you tell me? You know I don’t care about the cost, I care about you….And I really don’t wanna see you in the hospital again. -he wraps his arms loosely around his neck- Close your eyes. -he speaks softly-

[tristan-mayfield]

-he closes his eyes, holding him close- …I’m sorry. 

[alan-bancoff]

Shhhh... -he holds his face in his hands, and kisses each eyelid, before moving off of his lap- Lay down, I'll be back, yeah?

[oliviahaart]

Can I go clubbing with someone? 

[alan-bancoff]

Clubbing is all I do. Golf right?

[alan-bancoff]

Papa…You said you’d try, you said you’d talk to me. Papa…I want for you to be healthy. I can’t have you passing out on me during our eccentric adventures, yeah? -he nuzzles his cheek with his nose- I’m going to get you food. Lay down or something. Where’s your meds?

[tristan-mayfield]

…I ran out in March… -he puts a hand around his neck, kissing his cheek lightly, like he’s scared- I’m so sorry, babe. 

[alan-bancoff]

Tristan! It's been like months! Why didn't you tell me? You know I don't care about the cost, I care about you....And I really don't wanna see you in the hospital again. -he wraps his arms loosely around his neck- Close your eyes. -he speaks softly-

[tristan-mayfield]

[alan-bancoff]

But you’re in pain, of course I’d be worried, Papa. You need to be careful. -he frowns- Have you been sleeping?…Eating?

[tristan-mayfield]

-he takes a moment, shutting his eyes, he squeezes hand. finally he shakes his head no-

[alan-bancoff]

Papa...You said you'd try, you said you'd talk to me. Papa...I want for you to be healthy. I can't have you passing out on me during our eccentric adventures, yeah? -he nuzzles his cheek with his nose- I'm going to get you food. Lay down or something. Where's your meds?

[tristan-mayfield]

[tristan-mayfield]

-he smiles and kisses him, but his vision starts to spot out and he pulls back, putting his hand to the bridge of his nose, wincing slightly-

[alan-bancoff]

-his eyebrows furrow- Papa…-he drops his nerf gun, placing his hands to frame his face, worriedly looking at him- Papa, no.

[tristan-mayfield]

-he shakes his head, putting one hand on Alan’s, trying to look up at him through the spots- Don’t worry, babe. It’s just a migraine.

[alan-bancoff]

But you're in pain, of course I'd be worried, Papa. You need to be careful. -he frowns- Have you been sleeping?…Eating?

[tristan-mayfield]

[tristan-mayfield]

-he smiles and kisses him, but his vision starts to spot out and he pulls back, putting his hand to the bridge of his nose, wincing slightly-

[alan-bancoff]

-his eyebrows furrow- Papa…-he drops his nerf gun, placing his hands to frame his face, worriedly looking at him- Papa, no.