Statistics.

[mattgraygub-blog]

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

Y-You did that because you felt bad for me, didn’t you?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

What happens if I say no? *murmurs, meeting his eyes*

[mattgraygub-blog]

*shrugs* I'd feel good.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

Y-You did that because you felt bad for me, didn't you?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

I don’t care, Bill. *shakes his head* I don’t care if you’re good or bad for me. I’m tired of worrying about stuff like that. *shrugs* I’m tired of worrying.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*leans forward, touching his cheek gently* You got shot. *shakes his head, moving closer* I worry.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Thanks for worrying. *smiles weakly* Is that the only reason you came?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*leans down, kissing him softly*

[mattgraygub-blog]

*places a hand on his cheek, kissing him back befre pulling away and swallowing thickly* You didn't have to do that.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

I don’t care, Bill. *shakes his head* I don’t care if you’re good or bad for me. I’m tired of worrying about stuff like that. *shrugs* I’m tired of worrying.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*leans forward, touching his cheek gently* You got shot. *shakes his head, moving closer* I worry.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Thanks for worrying. *smiles weakly* Is that the only reason you came?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

I don't care, Bill. *shakes his head* I don't care if you're good or bad for me. I'm tired of worrying about stuff like that. *shrugs* I'm tired of worrying.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*swallows thickly* Just tell me why it’s so hard.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*looks at him* Why did you do what you did? That night in the hotel. All of what happened. Why did that happen?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Because I like you. *shrugs* Because I wanted to feel close to someone who I knew wouldn’t get killed the next fucking minute.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*drops his head into his hands, eyes closed. Whispers* You don’t like me.

[mattgraygub-blog]

You just don't want me to like you.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*swallows thickly* Just tell me why it’s so hard.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*looks at him* Why did you do what you did? That night in the hotel. All of what happened. Why did that happen?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Because I like you. *shrugs* Because I wanted to feel close to someone who I knew wouldn't get killed the next fucking minute.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*swallows thickly* Just tell me why it's so hard.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

No. *shakes his head* I don’t need anything. Thank you. *shrugs* Feels like I got shot.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*laughs weakly, nodding* I suppose it would. It never feels great, does it? Where did he get you?

[mattgraygub-blog]

*points to his side, sighing heavily* Why are you here?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*stops, looking up at him slowly* What?

[mattgraygub-blog]

*whispers* Why are you here? *shakes his head* You confuse me. One minute you don’t want me anywhere near you, and the next you come to me. It’s confusing.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*sits up, running a hand through his hair* I… I don’t know. I’m just here. You were hurt and I ended up here. You think I’m not confused?

[mattgraygub-blog]

What's so hard about having me as a friend, Bill?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

No. *shakes his head* I don’t need anything. Thank you. *shrugs* Feels like I got shot.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*laughs weakly, nodding* I suppose it would. It never feels great, does it? Where did he get you?

[mattgraygub-blog]

*points to his side, sighing heavily* Why are you here?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*stops, looking up at him slowly* What?

[mattgraygub-blog]

*whispers* Why are you here? *shakes his head* You confuse me. One minute you don't want me anywhere near you, and the next you come to me. It's confusing.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

No. *shakes his head* I don’t need anything. Thank you. *shrugs* Feels like I got shot.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

*laughs weakly, nodding* I suppose it would. It never feels great, does it? Where did he get you?

[mattgraygub-blog]

*points to his side, sighing heavily* Why are you here?

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

No. *shakes his head* I don't need anything. Thank you. *shrugs* Feels like I got shot.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smiles* Are you worried about me?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

No. *frowns, leaning back* I owe you is all. You helped me so.. I don’t like to owe people.

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smile weakens, nodding* Yeah. It’s no problem.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

Um… *clears his throat, offering the folder* Anyway.. It’s nothing really. Just if you need something to do.

[mattgraygub-blog]

*takes the folder and sets it on the table next to him* I’ll have a friend bring me my laptop later and then I’ll take a look at it.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

It’s um… It’s my brother. *shrugs*

[mattgraygub-blog]

Oh. *smiles softly* Yeah. I'll look into it when I can.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smiles* Are you worried about me?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

No. *frowns, leaning back* I owe you is all. You helped me so.. I don’t like to owe people.

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smile weakens, nodding* Yeah. It’s no problem.

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

Um… *clears his throat, offering the folder* Anyway.. It’s nothing really. Just if you need something to do.

[mattgraygub-blog]

*takes the folder and sets it on the table next to him* I'll have a friend bring me my laptop later and then I'll take a look at it.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smiles* Are you worried about me?

[bill-ig-skarsgard-blog]

No. *frowns, leaning back* I owe you is all. You helped me so.. I don’t like to owe people.

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smile weakens, nodding* Yeah. It's no problem.

[mattgraygub-blog]

Bill,

[mattgraygub-blog]

*smiles* Are you worried about me?