since he was young, laila has been one of the only maternal figures in his life, even if his only tie to her was emery. he has a lot of love and respect and, more importantly trust, which is why she’s the only one he’s told about the headaches. ❝ there’s just a lot goin’ on. ❞ he mumbles as he leans into her touch, eyes remaining closed as he focuses on anything but constant throbbing. ❝ laying down makes it worse, i can feel it, like, in the back of my head. ❞ he whines again, gripping onto her shirt for a second. ❝ no – miss laila, p-please don’t. they don’t - i’m fine, they’re just gonna worry. ❞
she’s happy to be there for shay - when it comes to emery, the only friend he’s brought around has been shay. and more so, he’s the only one who’s stuck around this long. her hands cup the boy’s face, thumbs brushing carefully across his cheeks. ❝ there always is, ❞ she’s holding him to her chest again, fingers moving carefully through his hair. she cannot help the worry and motherly instincts that tend to take over. ❝ baby, you’ve been having these headaches for months -- and they’re only gettin’ worse. you’ve got to tell someone who isn’t me. ❞