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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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Though it wasn’t much the young boys’ shoulders seemed to sag softly at the answer. At least he was allowed to stay if he continued to choose to. Though he really hadn’t a clue. He wasn’t exactly finding one in his warm mug of tea. It was, however, soothing his insides, to the point his stomach was feeling far less like a shaken up soda can. 

He didn’t know what to say in reply, whether saying thank you were silly or unwanted, so he stayed quiet. Rubbing the mug as he glanced periodically up at the TV of which the show has changed.

At the question he took a second to click into being talked to, missing the first question entirely, but shaking his head. “Y-you..dont have to.” He didn’t want to make Cian feel uncomfortable or unwanted– Matthew didn’t exactly crave his company either but he didn’t want to just hog the couch and living room space. 

Despite it all he still looked very loss, trying his hardest to process, but also simply now unsure of what to do. He gently leaned forward and shakily placed the mug on the table before scootching back and pulling the blanket up closer. Eyes flickering to Cian before going back to the TV. 

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Cian couldn’t help the sadness he felt looking at Matthew. He looked so lost and alone...

“I think I’ll stay here then, if that’s okay with you,” he said softly. His heart only clenching more when Matthew curled up, wanting to just hug him and help ease his worries but knowing that it would not help.

He decided to slowly settled back into the couch, relaxed, at ease. He was content to watch cartoons, and he hoped his presence wasn’t intimidating or pressuring for Matthew.

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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He frowned slightly. Unsure. His fingers rubbed the cup as he subconsciously took another sip. Despite not being his favorite taste it was soothing and something warm in his mouth was better than anything.

“wh-would she take me home..?” He questioned again after a moment. It wasn’t very clear if he really wanted to leave, but it was equally unclear that he wanted to stay. He was with a stranger, after all, still too unfamiliar. He really couldn’t make sense of it all, despite Cian’s explaining. He was used to his old home, his old routine, even if it was ‘bad’ and lonely and sad..Here was confusing.Cian was being nice and there was soft things and warm things a food. There wasn’t a clear way to process it. 

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Cian hesitated, frowning softly. “No,” he said as gently as possible. “Those people there hurt you, and we don’t want them to hurt you again.”

He knew why Matthew wanted to go back. His house was completely foreign, whereas his old home was, well, home to him. Even if it was terrible.

“If you’re not happy here, you don’t have to stay,” he said then, still speaking in that gentle tone.

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“Oh.” The sound was a little disappointing, and his expression was conflicted once more. They did hurt him, but when had that bothered anyone before now? He wasn’t sure he liked the thought of never going home. What about his old bed? his blanket? They weren’t going to be here.

Matthew gave a small nod, face vanishing in the mug briefly once more. “I don’t know.” He didn’t really want to go somewhere new all over again. At least Cian seemed very nice, showed more care than anyone else he’d met. “Is..it okay if I do? for now?” He asked hesitantly. 

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Cian wished he could take away all of Matthew’s confusing and bad feelings away, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Instead, he stayed quiet, letting Matthew process things and come to a conclusion by himself. Though, that didn’t stop his sadness for Matthew from coming across on his face.

“Of course you can stay,” he said, smiling. “You can stay as long as you’d like, okay?”

He knew he didn’t have full control over where Matthew went, but he knew that Mrs. Sharp would let him stay here for a little while, at the very least. And if she saw how comfortable he was here, then she would most likely allow him to stay longer and more permanently. The system was a little overloaded, and they both knew that.

“Do you need anything else?” He asked then, looking Matthew over. “I can leave you alone, if you’d like.”

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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He frowned slightly. Unsure. His fingers rubbed the cup as he subconsciously took another sip. Despite not being his favorite taste it was soothing and something warm in his mouth was better than anything.

“wh-would she take me home..?” He questioned again after a moment. It wasn’t very clear if he really wanted to leave, but it was equally unclear that he wanted to stay. He was with a stranger, after all, still too unfamiliar. He really couldn’t make sense of it all, despite Cian’s explaining. He was used to his old home, his old routine, even if it was ‘bad’ and lonely and sad..Here was confusing.Cian was being nice and there was soft things and warm things a food. There wasn’t a clear way to process it. 

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Cian hesitated, frowning softly. “No,” he said as gently as possible. “Those people there hurt you, and we don’t want them to hurt you again.”

He knew why Matthew wanted to go back. His house was completely foreign, whereas his old home was, well, home to him. Even if it was terrible.

“If you’re not happy here, you don’t have to stay,” he said then, still speaking in that gentle tone.

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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When Cian returned Matthews gave had not much changed, just looking a little sad and despite the sugar almost kind of tired. He looked over to the cup in Cians hands, slightly unsure as his shaky small hands reached to accept the warm cup. The heated smooth texture pleasent against his palms.

He eyed the liquid, getting the faint scent of mint as he leaned to blow it, making sure to follow Cians instructions. He nervously tested it against his lip before taking a mouthful. Making a small face at the taste. Not, unpleasant, but the mint mixed with tea was new. Even though he wasn’t a huge fan, he nursed the cup close. Equally unsure if it would settle his stomach.

Silent as ever he sat looking into the mug, eyes glancing to Cian a few times. Possibly bubbling with unaskable questions.. he kind of missed home. Atleast he knew his place and what to do there. Even just sitting here, on the comfy couch, with a cozy blanket, doing nothing but drinking tea and being cared for, he was confused.

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Cian noticed Matthew’s face, but he hoped the tea would help. If Matthew didn’t like mint, Cian was sure he wouldn’t like ginger. So, for his sake, he hoped it helped soothe his stomach.

He stayed sitting beside Matthew, watching TV. It had been a while since he had sat down and watched cartoons, and even longer since he had last had someone else in his home. It was.. nice. A little awkward, but nice.

He did notice Matthew continually looking over to him, however. When it had been a few times, he glanced down to him, cocking his head slightly to one side. “Is everything okay?” He asked, voice concerned. “Do you not like the tea? You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, I can get you something else.”

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Matthew despite not loving it, continued to sip periodically at the weird tea. His whining stomach very slowly being soothed by the gentle warmth. His eyes eventually moving to watch the cartoons too. Though he didn’t really respond externally to watching it where he perhaps should.

When he was caught in his glances Matthew tensed and nodded quickly. Shaking his head to the following questions. He didn’t want to waste more of Cians time with tea.

Hisg gaze fell, fingers rubbing upon the smooth surface of the mug. “..h-how long will I be here..?” he asked quietly. Nervous for a response. By all the things written in his file he shouldn’t miss home all that much, but he did and was still not quite certain of the situation he was now in. Cian had previously given him a rough time but he’d either forgotten or found it wasn’t enough. Or rather a mix of both.

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Cian hummed, brushing his hair out of his face. “You can stay as long as you like. If you want to leave tomorrow, then I’ll call Mrs. Sharp and she can come pick you up,” he said. He knew that wasn’t entirely true- they couldn’t move Matthew on such a short notice- but he did know that if Matthew wanted to leave, he would be gone within a couple days.

He averted his gaze away from Matthew, so he wouldn’t be as nervous. Instead looking at the cartoons, but still listening.

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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When Cian returned Matthews gave had not much changed, just looking a little sad and despite the sugar almost kind of tired. He looked over to the cup in Cians hands, slightly unsure as his shaky small hands reached to accept the warm cup. The heated smooth texture pleasent against his palms.

He eyed the liquid, getting the faint scent of mint as he leaned to blow it, making sure to follow Cians instructions. He nervously tested it against his lip before taking a mouthful. Making a small face at the taste. Not, unpleasant, but the mint mixed with tea was new. Even though he wasn’t a huge fan, he nursed the cup close. Equally unsure if it would settle his stomach.

Silent as ever he sat looking into the mug, eyes glancing to Cian a few times. Possibly bubbling with unaskable questions.. he kind of missed home. Atleast he knew his place and what to do there. Even just sitting here, on the comfy couch, with a cozy blanket, doing nothing but drinking tea and being cared for, he was confused.

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Cian noticed Matthew’s face, but he hoped the tea would help. If Matthew didn’t like mint, Cian was sure he wouldn’t like ginger. So, for his sake, he hoped it helped soothe his stomach.

He stayed sitting beside Matthew, watching TV. It had been a while since he had sat down and watched cartoons, and even longer since he had last had someone else in his home. It was.. nice. A little awkward, but nice.

He did notice Matthew continually looking over to him, however. When it had been a few times, he glanced down to him, cocking his head slightly to one side. “Is everything okay?” He asked, voice concerned. “Do you not like the tea? You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, I can get you something else.”

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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Matthew flinched softly when the hand came close, however when it brushed over his skin he shivered lightly. Tingles eminating from when Cians fingers brushed. It took a moment but the simply action seemed to make him relax just faintly. Clearly still nervous with how his fingers were gripping at his stomach and toying with his hoodie pocket, but he wasn’t outright rejecting Cians attempt.

He nodded once more. Feeling guilty at the tone of which Cian replied. Quickly shaking his head. It was probably his fault.. Somehow.

Though It didn’t exactly solve his unhappy stomach having his head rubbed was plenty distracting. He couldn’t remember a time touch had felt.. Nice. But that feeling also scared him..

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Cian was relieved his touch seemed to be okay. Had Matthew reacted badly, he would have pulled away, but being able to offer comfort like this was nice. He could do this well. So, he continued to gently brush his fingers through Matthew’s hair.

Matthew shaking his head made Cian shake his head in return. “No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine, and I’m going to fix it, okay?”

He pulled out his phone and googled remedies for stomach aches. Ginger and mint… he was pretty sure he had tea tucked away somewhere, since one of his friends had shoved it upon him.

“I’m going to go make you something nice and warm to drink that should help your tummy,” he told Matthew with a kind smile. “Don’t lie down, okay? That’ll make the pain worse.”

Then, he stood and headed to the kitchen, first starting a kettle, then starting to rifle through his cupboards for the tea he knew he had. Once he found it, he was quick to prepare it, taking the kettle off before it whistled. Loud, shrill noises probably wouldn’t be good for Matthew, plus, the kid didn’t need to burn his mouth.

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It was perhaps simply a combination of things and feeling unable to move away from the contact that Matthew let it happen. For once feeling something nicer then the sting of a slap or hit.

Matthew buried his face slightly with a non-committal hum. Unsure why Cian was insistent that it wasn’t his fault. Who’s else could it be?

There was possibly a mumble of okay, but Matthew nodded. Slightly scared to follow his advice at first. He waited until Cian stood and moved away to move. He stayed mostly balled up, but he rested against the back of the couch. Huddling into the blanket and pulling his legs up to his chest. It did feel.. Slightly better,not to be laying. Even if he still looked a little pale and green.

The few clinks weren’t plesent but thankfully weren’t loud. Listening to Cian in the kitchen and his shows and the shows were a bit much at once. So he tried to focus in on the more distracting one. His shaky fingers toying with the fabric on his knee while he waited quietly.

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Cian had picked mint tea, since he figured Matthew might not like the taste of ginger. He also added a touch of honey, just to make it a little more appealing to Matthew, but not enough that it would sweeten the tea too much.

He returned to the living room and slowly sat down beside Matthew, holding the cup in his hands. “I made you mint tea,” he told him, holding it out. “It’s hot, so I would blow on it first, but it should help your stomach.” At least, hopefully.

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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Matthew flinched softly when the hand came close, however when it brushed over his skin he shivered lightly. Tingles eminating from when Cians fingers brushed. It took a moment but the simply action seemed to make him relax just faintly. Clearly still nervous with how his fingers were gripping at his stomach and toying with his hoodie pocket, but he wasn’t outright rejecting Cians attempt.

He nodded once more. Feeling guilty at the tone of which Cian replied. Quickly shaking his head. It was probably his fault.. Somehow.

Though It didn’t exactly solve his unhappy stomach having his head rubbed was plenty distracting. He couldn’t remember a time touch had felt.. Nice. But that feeling also scared him..

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Cian was relieved his touch seemed to be okay. Had Matthew reacted badly, he would have pulled away, but being able to offer comfort like this was nice. He could do this well. So, he continued to gently brush his fingers through Matthew’s hair.

Matthew shaking his head made Cian shake his head in return. “No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine, and I’m going to fix it, okay?”

He pulled out his phone and googled remedies for stomach aches. Ginger and mint... he was pretty sure he had tea tucked away somewhere, since one of his friends had shoved it upon him.

“I’m going to go make you something nice and warm to drink that should help your tummy,” he told Matthew with a kind smile. “Don’t lie down, okay? That’ll make the pain worse.”

Then, he stood and headed to the kitchen, first starting a kettle, then starting to rifle through his cupboards for the tea he knew he had. Once he found it, he was quick to prepare it, taking the kettle off before it whistled. Loud, shrill noises probably wouldn’t be good for Matthew, plus, the kid didn’t need to burn his mouth.

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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Fingers fiddled with the edge of the blanket that he continued to lightly snuggle closer into. Nodding as he pulled his attention away to Cian. He could just..sit here and watch or read. That..sounded good.

His face did flicker slightly at the slight gurgle in his stomach, but it didn’t last long enough that Cian would’ve seen and wasn’t anything for him to complain about. 

“Thank you..” He whispered again. It was all he really seemed to want to say that he couldn’t without head movements. He was grateful. For such small things that he’d never been allowed, he was very grateful… Though he was scared at how long it would or rather, wouldn’t last. 

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“No problem,” he said with a smile. Then, he headed off to the kitchen to finish cleaning up and putting the food away.

He was in the for about an hour, since he decided to just tidy up in general, making his files into a neater pile and sweeping. Once he was done, he poked his head into the living room to check on how Matthew was doing.

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When Cian left Matthew shifted slightly. Fixing the blanket around himself just that little bit further and putting the book carefully down beside himself. He grabbed the bear and tucked it closer. Inhaling the new soft scent hidden in its fur. Nothing special. It just smelt like a bear. But that was more then he’d ever had.

The young boy hardly noticed the time passing, he’d mostly gotten absorbed in the show on the screen, the moving colours and voice.

Sadly they weren’t enough to distract him when all that sugar caught up to him. His body, unused to it, was struggling to process it. Leaving him feeling sick. However he didn’t go to get Cian. Fearing he’d be in trouble, he instead decided to curl up. Cradling his aching middle, hoping not to bring anything up. His eyes screwed shut in discomfort.

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Initially, Cian thought Matthew had fallen asleep, until he caught sight of Mathews face and instantly became concerned. He almost looked as though he was in pain.

“Matthew?” He said softly, stepping into the living room. “Are you okay?”

As he came closer, he noticed the arms wrapped around his middle, and realized what was wrong. Something with the food. Maybe he had made something too heavy for Matthew’s first proper meal in a while.

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He was a little too preoccupied with the achy queasy feeling in his stomach to hear Cians footsteps. Only tensing up when Cian appeared to question him.

“Nn..” He groaned quietly in response. Biting his lip he shook his head. Trying to hide slightly in the blanket. Clearly worried about being told off despite being the one in pain. He was equally confused as to why he was in discomfort when he’d finally eaten something.

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Cian’s twisted into a sympathetic frown. He knelt down at the couch, wanting to reach out but hesitating. After a moment, he slowly reached out and rested his hand on Matthew’s head, gently petting his hair in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.

“Your stomach hurts?” He guessed quietly. He hadn’t even thought of preparing something lighter and less sweet for Matthew. “I’m sorry, that’s my fault.. I should have cooked you something better.”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of something to relieve the pain. He supposed Advil would work, but that might be too much for Matthew’s malnourished body...

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

[smallgayblanket]

Fingers fiddled with the edge of the blanket that he continued to lightly snuggle closer into. Nodding as he pulled his attention away to Cian. He could just..sit here and watch or read. That..sounded good.

His face did flicker slightly at the slight gurgle in his stomach, but it didn’t last long enough that Cian would’ve seen and wasn’t anything for him to complain about. 

“Thank you..” He whispered again. It was all he really seemed to want to say that he couldn’t without head movements. He was grateful. For such small things that he’d never been allowed, he was very grateful… Though he was scared at how long it would or rather, wouldn’t last. 

[glitch-in-the-static]

“No problem,” he said with a smile. Then, he headed off to the kitchen to finish cleaning up and putting the food away.

He was in the for about an hour, since he decided to just tidy up in general, making his files into a neater pile and sweeping. Once he was done, he poked his head into the living room to check on how Matthew was doing.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian left Matthew shifted slightly. Fixing the blanket around himself just that little bit further and putting the book carefully down beside himself. He grabbed the bear and tucked it closer. Inhaling the new soft scent hidden in its fur. Nothing special. It just smelt like a bear. But that was more then he’d ever had.

The young boy hardly noticed the time passing, he’d mostly gotten absorbed in the show on the screen, the moving colours and voice.

Sadly they weren’t enough to distract him when all that sugar caught up to him. His body, unused to it, was struggling to process it. Leaving him feeling sick. However he didn’t go to get Cian. Fearing he’d be in trouble, he instead decided to curl up. Cradling his aching middle, hoping not to bring anything up. His eyes screwed shut in discomfort.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Initially, Cian thought Matthew had fallen asleep, until he caught sight of Mathews face and instantly became concerned. He almost looked as though he was in pain.

“Matthew?” He said softly, stepping into the living room. “Are you okay?”

As he came closer, he noticed the arms wrapped around his middle, and realized what was wrong. Something with the food. Maybe he had made something too heavy for Matthew’s first proper meal in a while.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

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Fingers fiddled with the edge of the blanket that he continued to lightly snuggle closer into. Nodding as he pulled his attention away to Cian. He could just..sit here and watch or read. That..sounded good.

His face did flicker slightly at the slight gurgle in his stomach, but it didn’t last long enough that Cian would’ve seen and wasn’t anything for him to complain about. 

“Thank you..” He whispered again. It was all he really seemed to want to say that he couldn’t without head movements. He was grateful. For such small things that he’d never been allowed, he was very grateful… Though he was scared at how long it would or rather, wouldn’t last. 

[glitch-in-the-static]

“No problem,” he said with a smile. Then, he headed off to the kitchen to finish cleaning up and putting the food away.

He was in the for about an hour, since he decided to just tidy up in general, making his files into a neater pile and sweeping. Once he was done, he poked his head into the living room to check on how Matthew was doing.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

[smallgayblanket]

Matthew paused and then nodded. Living room, right, that open area wasn’t too bad. 

Taking the bear gently under his armpit and the book cuddled to his chest he wandered off to the living room, not quite sure what to to do once he was there, so, rather than taking any sort of initiative he just waited for Cian. 

When Cian caught up his eyes instantly flicked to the blanket, and eyed the other books on the table before looking at Cian. It was painfully obvious at this point he was scared to do anything without permission or being told. 

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian didn’t comment on the fact that Matthew hadn’t seemed to move after following his suggestion, instead offering him a smile. “Here, come sit up on the couch. I brought the blanket in case you wanted to curl up inside of it, and some extra books just in case.”

He glanced around for the remote, snagging it off of the tv stand and turning the TV on. There had to be a kids’ channel somewhere.. Once he found it, he left it on, though turned the volume down so it wasn’t so intrusive.

“I put on some cartoons, in case you want to watch. And if you don’t, that’s okay, you can just leave they tv on.” He recalled reading about sensory issues for autistic children, so he added, “if you want me to turn it off, lemme know, alright. I don’t mine.” He ran a hand through his hair, hoping that was everything.

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The offer was enough to have him not quite scurrying over to sit inside the cozy blanket, his eyes darting away as he pulled it close. A little shy but it was so warm and snug..Even if he was still in the same clothes, he was used to that. The blanket still smelt clean and soft against his active fingers. 

He nodded from his new spot, looking at the other books that all looked rather similar but just as interesting. Though his gaze was caught when Cian turned on the TV, for a moment he figured it would be news or something else, and he looked over to Cian.

Matthew took that all in and then nodded. His eyes drifting over to the program. Now unsure which he wanted to do more. The book and bear both stayed close to his chest, almost like he was already afraid his options would be as quickly taken as they were given. 

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Cian reciprocated his nod and smiled. Matthew already looked more comfortable in the blanket, so he mentally congratulated himself for making a good decision.

“I don’t mind whether you watch tv or read, or both,” he said, just wanting to reaffirm that Matthew was allowed to do what he wanted. “And if you need anything, anything at all, let me know, okay?”

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

[smallgayblanket]

Matthew paused and then nodded. Living room, right, that open area wasn’t too bad. 

Taking the bear gently under his armpit and the book cuddled to his chest he wandered off to the living room, not quite sure what to to do once he was there, so, rather than taking any sort of initiative he just waited for Cian. 

When Cian caught up his eyes instantly flicked to the blanket, and eyed the other books on the table before looking at Cian. It was painfully obvious at this point he was scared to do anything without permission or being told. 

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian didn’t comment on the fact that Matthew hadn’t seemed to move after following his suggestion, instead offering him a smile. “Here, come sit up on the couch. I brought the blanket in case you wanted to curl up inside of it, and some extra books just in case.”

He glanced around for the remote, snagging it off of the tv stand and turning the TV on. There had to be a kids’ channel somewhere.. Once he found it, he left it on, though turned the volume down so it wasn’t so intrusive.

“I put on some cartoons, in case you want to watch. And if you don’t, that’s okay, you can just leave they tv on.” He recalled reading about sensory issues for autistic children, so he added, “if you want me to turn it off, lemme know, alright. I don’t mine.” He ran a hand through his hair, hoping that was everything.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

[smallgayblanket]

His hand comes back to himself when Cian responds, looking, not quite disheartened but conflicted by the reply. It wasn’t like he’d ever enjoyed doing dishes, the water was usually too hot, and the water made his hands all wrinkly and sometimes dry his skin till it was annoyingly itchy.

“Oh..” The little sound passed his mouth was about the only clear response. He wasn’t used to being allowed much ‘fun’ a couple of books that he struggled to stay focused on enough to read all the way through, and some old toy cars were about as good as it got, rarely he could be allowed up or even see the TV when it was on.

The boy stood there looking lost, now uncertain what he was supposed to do. He assumed perhaps he’d be sent to his room to wait the day out till dinner time.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian’s heart clenched at how lost and unsure Matthew looked at the idea of having fun. No child should ever be deprived of that sort of thing. 

“How about I show you around the place, and we can figure out something for you to do?” He offered. “We could bring everything out to the living room so it’s all in one place, if that’s something you’d like, too.”

[smallgayblanket]

Matthew shifts and gives a small shrug. If it made Cian happy and not angry he didn’t really care. He really didn’t know how to respond to being given fun things to do. Let alone not have to be shut in one room. It was so strange to have it offered, that Cian seemed to actually care..about how he felt..

After a moment he gave a little more certain nod. Not completely sure, but certainly it was better than hiding on the bed all day right? Least he hoped so. Looking up at Cian as his fingers fiddled.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian smiled widely. “Okay.” 

He stood and made sure there was nothing pressing that he needed to take care of or clean up, then started down the hall. He explained the rooms as he passed, the living room, the bathroom, the spare room that was a bedroom and an office.. His place wasn’t too large, however there were a few rooms. 

When they got to Matthew’s room, he entered, heading over to the bookshelf. “You’re allowed to read or play with anything in here,” he told Matthew, just to reaffirm it. “Do you see anything you like? If not, that’s okay. Don’t pick something because it makes me happy.”

[smallgayblanket]

Though he didn’t smile back he appeared just faintly calmer. 

Little footsteps followed behind Cian when he moved. Peering into each room if the door was open, and if not he simply nodded as he looked at the door. Everything smelt cleaned, well looked after, and some others note that Matthew could only really call ‘Cian’s house smell’.  

When they got to the room again Matthew watched Cian walk in and followed. Looking once more at the toys and shelf. Much easier to see in the light, and nodding again. He could..touch them. At the question Matt crept just a little closer, bending down to look at the few toys, not quite strewn about but laid out nicely, almost inviting to be played with. He didn’t seem to keen on the figurines and what looked to be bigger puzzles weren’t something he’d had much experience with doing. Eventually, he found the small bear on the bottom of the shelf. He looked back to Cian and nodded for further confirmation before reaching to grab it. His fingers falling into its soft fur as he stood up with it. Looking from the bear to Cian. 

Clean, unworn, unplayed with..not covered in dust or fur ruined by pain or other substances..his thumb rubbed over its tummy. Soft..

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian watched as Matthew scanned over the items, smiling approvingly when Matthew glanced up to him. The teddy had been one he had bought at the store when he went looking for puzzles and toys to fill the room with, a bit smaller but oh so soft. 

“Are there any books you want to bring out, too?” He asked. The books were on the higher shelves, so Matthew couldn’t really see them, but he would be happy to lift Matthew up so he could see or list off the book titles.

[smallgayblanket]

“Uhm..” Matthew made the smalled unsure noise at the question, bringing the bear slightly closer to his chest as he turned back around to look at the shelf once more. He could see the colours of bottoms of them but that was about it from this height.

He did like reading..even if he did struggle and some of the bigger words had to be ignored.. He didn’t ask Cian to assist him though, he leaned up on tippy toes and blindly reached for one. Pulling it down very carefully and taking a peek at the cover. It looked colorful and fun. ‘Oh the places you’ll go’ written on the front. He once again looked over to Cian and held it up for confirmation to take it. 

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian opened his mouth to offer to help, but Matthew was already reaching for a book. He’d have to buy a stepping stool for him if he stayed longer, so he’d be able to get books by himself..

He glanced down at the book Matthew had picked and nodding approvingly. “Good choice. Why don’t you head off to the living room and I’ll show you the TV?”

Once Matthew had gone, he grabbed a couple more Dr. Seus books, just in case Matthew likes them, then also grabbed the blanket Matthew had been curled up in from off the bed. Then, he followed Matthew out to the living room, setting the books on the coffee table and the blanket on the couch.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

[smallgayblanket]

His hand comes back to himself when Cian responds, looking, not quite disheartened but conflicted by the reply. It wasn’t like he’d ever enjoyed doing dishes, the water was usually too hot, and the water made his hands all wrinkly and sometimes dry his skin till it was annoyingly itchy.

“Oh..” The little sound passed his mouth was about the only clear response. He wasn’t used to being allowed much ‘fun’ a couple of books that he struggled to stay focused on enough to read all the way through, and some old toy cars were about as good as it got, rarely he could be allowed up or even see the TV when it was on.

The boy stood there looking lost, now uncertain what he was supposed to do. He assumed perhaps he’d be sent to his room to wait the day out till dinner time.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian’s heart clenched at how lost and unsure Matthew looked at the idea of having fun. No child should ever be deprived of that sort of thing. 

“How about I show you around the place, and we can figure out something for you to do?” He offered. “We could bring everything out to the living room so it’s all in one place, if that’s something you’d like, too.”

[smallgayblanket]

Matthew shifts and gives a small shrug. If it made Cian happy and not angry he didn’t really care. He really didn’t know how to respond to being given fun things to do. Let alone not have to be shut in one room. It was so strange to have it offered, that Cian seemed to actually care..about how he felt..

After a moment he gave a little more certain nod. Not completely sure, but certainly it was better than hiding on the bed all day right? Least he hoped so. Looking up at Cian as his fingers fiddled.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian smiled widely. “Okay.” 

He stood and made sure there was nothing pressing that he needed to take care of or clean up, then started down the hall. He explained the rooms as he passed, the living room, the bathroom, the spare room that was a bedroom and an office.. His place wasn’t too large, however there were a few rooms. 

When they got to Matthew’s room, he entered, heading over to the bookshelf. “You’re allowed to read or play with anything in here,” he told Matthew, just to reaffirm it. “Do you see anything you like? If not, that’s okay. Don’t pick something because it makes me happy.”

[smallgayblanket]

Though he didn’t smile back he appeared just faintly calmer. 

Little footsteps followed behind Cian when he moved. Peering into each room if the door was open, and if not he simply nodded as he looked at the door. Everything smelt cleaned, well looked after, and some others note that Matthew could only really call ‘Cian’s house smell’.  

When they got to the room again Matthew watched Cian walk in and followed. Looking once more at the toys and shelf. Much easier to see in the light, and nodding again. He could..touch them. At the question Matt crept just a little closer, bending down to look at the few toys, not quite strewn about but laid out nicely, almost inviting to be played with. He didn’t seem to keen on the figurines and what looked to be bigger puzzles weren’t something he’d had much experience with doing. Eventually, he found the small bear on the bottom of the shelf. He looked back to Cian and nodded for further confirmation before reaching to grab it. His fingers falling into its soft fur as he stood up with it. Looking from the bear to Cian. 

Clean, unworn, unplayed with..not covered in dust or fur ruined by pain or other substances..his thumb rubbed over its tummy. Soft..

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian watched as Matthew scanned over the items, smiling approvingly when Matthew glanced up to him. The teddy had been one he had bought at the store when he went looking for puzzles and toys to fill the room with, a bit smaller but oh so soft. 

“Are there any books you want to bring out, too?” He asked. The books were on the higher shelves, so Matthew couldn’t really see them, but he would be happy to lift Matthew up so he could see or list off the book titles.

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

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His hand comes back to himself when Cian responds, looking, not quite disheartened but conflicted by the reply. It wasn’t like he’d ever enjoyed doing dishes, the water was usually too hot, and the water made his hands all wrinkly and sometimes dry his skin till it was annoyingly itchy.

“Oh..” The little sound passed his mouth was about the only clear response. He wasn’t used to being allowed much ‘fun’ a couple of books that he struggled to stay focused on enough to read all the way through, and some old toy cars were about as good as it got, rarely he could be allowed up or even see the TV when it was on.

The boy stood there looking lost, now uncertain what he was supposed to do. He assumed perhaps he’d be sent to his room to wait the day out till dinner time.

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Cian’s heart clenched at how lost and unsure Matthew looked at the idea of having fun. No child should ever be deprived of that sort of thing. 

“How about I show you around the place, and we can figure out something for you to do?” He offered. “We could bring everything out to the living room so it’s all in one place, if that’s something you’d like, too.”

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Matthew shifts and gives a small shrug. If it made Cian happy and not angry he didn’t really care. He really didn’t know how to respond to being given fun things to do. Let alone not have to be shut in one room. It was so strange to have it offered, that Cian seemed to actually care..about how he felt..

After a moment he gave a little more certain nod. Not completely sure, but certainly it was better than hiding on the bed all day right? Least he hoped so. Looking up at Cian as his fingers fiddled.

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Cian smiled widely. “Okay.” 

He stood and made sure there was nothing pressing that he needed to take care of or clean up, then started down the hall. He explained the rooms as he passed, the living room, the bathroom, the spare room that was a bedroom and an office.. His place wasn’t too large, however there were a few rooms. 

When they got to Matthew’s room, he entered, heading over to the bookshelf. “You’re allowed to read or play with anything in here,” he told Matthew, just to reaffirm it. “Do you see anything you like? If not, that’s okay. Don’t pick something because it makes me happy.”

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When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

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His hand comes back to himself when Cian responds, looking, not quite disheartened but conflicted by the reply. It wasn’t like he’d ever enjoyed doing dishes, the water was usually too hot, and the water made his hands all wrinkly and sometimes dry his skin till it was annoyingly itchy.

“Oh..” The little sound passed his mouth was about the only clear response. He wasn’t used to being allowed much ‘fun’ a couple of books that he struggled to stay focused on enough to read all the way through, and some old toy cars were about as good as it got, rarely he could be allowed up or even see the TV when it was on.

The boy stood there looking lost, now uncertain what he was supposed to do. He assumed perhaps he’d be sent to his room to wait the day out till dinner time.

[glitch-in-the-static]

Cian’s heart clenched at how lost and unsure Matthew looked at the idea of having fun. No child should ever be deprived of that sort of thing. 

“How about I show you around the place, and we can figure out something for you to do?” He offered. “We could bring everything out to the living room so it’s all in one place, if that’s something you’d like, too.”

[smallgayblanket]

When Cian had signed up as an emergency foster home, he hadn't expected to be called upon. While he and his home had passed the inspection, he didn't think he would be much of a choice, compared to other homes. He certainly hadn't expected to be called at ten o'clock at night to be informed a young boy from an abusive home was coming to stay with him. He immediately jumped to make sure everything was ready, and he answered the door a little disheveled but still ready to handle his new guest.

On the other side of the door stood a young woman, holding onto a stack of papers and glasses perched on her face professionally. She greeted Cian with a tilt of her head and a quick glance up and down. “You are-” She quickly glanced to her papers, “Cian is that correct? I’m sorry for disturbing you at such hours but the circumstances were rather serious.” 

From behind her legs, there was a pair of light green eyes, peeking from under mahogany tangled locks at the stranger who’s door they were at, clearly full of hesitance and even traces of fear.

Her hand gently nudges him forward as she steps aside. 

“This is Matthew, he’ll be staying with you until we assess the situation. We aren’t sure how long that may be but if things do get too overwhelming you have our information.”

He seemed shorter then one would expect for an eight and a half-year-old, skin paler than most and signs of bruising on his cheek. He was wearing a faded red shirt under a not so warm jacket that seemed too big, and grey sleep pants that looked more like a tripping hazard. He didn’t say hello, his eyes darting away, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. 

“You’ll also need these.” She holds out the folder from her arms. “These are all the current records we’ve found that you may need to get to know him and assist with any fees, and if all goes accordingly you will be receiving benefits in the next few weeks for being his carer. That is if you decide to remain to be so after tonight.” 

@glitch-in-the-static

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His shoulders tensed up moving a little further away from the sink. It didn’t sound right to be thanked.

He shook his head, then nodded, then stopped. Hands twisting over one another as he flickered his gaze between the floor and Cian. He didn’t seem to sure, but he wasn’t sure whether to use his words, fearing they’d get him in trouble or anger Cian.

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Cian waited patiently, brow furrowed slightly at how conflicted Matthew seemed. There was the urge to reach out, one he had to firmly suppress. Matthew probably wouldn’t do good with touch right now. 

“Okay, that’s okay,” he soothed. “You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, alright?” He smiled reassuringly. “Was there something wrong with the food? Or something else?”

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Matthews hands slowed slightly this time at the assurance but not by much. Nodding again, though still uncertain if that were true. Usually it annoyed people that he wouldn’t answer things..

He shook his head at first. The food was wonderful, in fact he had a little buzz from the sugar, which may or may not of been helping him. After a second of debate he looks to the sink, and then points to it. Wincing as if ready to be yelled at for not saying something and being somewhat vague.

After a moment for Cian to respond he realises that probably isnt quiet enough information. Worrying frustration over his own comfort he speaks. “t-the dishes.. Do- do you want them done?” his voice is meek and extremely quiet. Cian probably would’ve struggled to hear him if he was standing up.

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Cian followed Matthew’s point, not understanding, as Matthew predicted. Was he worried about the dishes? He couldn’t come up with a reason as to why, though.

His eyebrows rose when he heard Matthew speak, then his entire expression softened. Had Matthew thought he was expecting him to clean up? That only added to the list of reasons why he hated Matthew’s previous foster home. 

“I don’t want you to do the dishes,” he said, voice gentle. “You don’t have to worry about that sort thing- chores and taking care of you is my job, okay? You get to have fun, watch tv, read, play with toys...”