#brokencowboy

[theircherokeerose-blog]

“bruises?”

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

Sophia looked up at the other with big Bambi-like eyes, lips pressed together as she shook her head. “No, just an old cut.” she shrugged. 

[theircherokeerose-blog]

“I’ve already made th'decision.”

“And what about me? W-where do I go?” 

[wingsonxfire]

@brokencowboy Group therapy; it was a bunch of bullshit. Colton had always thought of it this way, knowing that sitting around in a group and sobbing about his accident and everything that went along with it wasn’t the way he was going to get any better. Still, his psychiatrist had urged the man to go. Despite not wanting to go initially he’d found something, rather someone that peaked his interest and kept him going.

It was rough trying to go through the steps alone when the entire group wanted was for you to share; and he wasn’t exactly the sharing type. Not within a crowd like this, he didn’t need all the strangers gawking at him as he told his tales of woe. Didn’t need or want their sympathetic looks when he spoke about his dead fiancé. If he went into depth about Brodi it only caused the man heartache, heartache that he wanted to overcome. His first love wouldn’t be back and he had to live with that.

Calvin had caught his eye on their first group session and awkwardly he’d allowed himself to talk to him; not very well in his own opinion but luckily through some sort of crazy chance he’d agreed to come for drinks at his home after their latest session. Even as the words went spilling from his lips his gut tightened up, felt like the rejection would just go slamming straight into his face; but that wasn’t how it ended.

Since his Nurse had driven him to Group Therapy he had her drive him home, just so he could look around and make sure he had everything they’d need for his visit. The movements were slow but Colton was able to guide himself around the kitchen and remain on his feet long enough to check on the alcohol situation as well as the food situation in his house before shooing the caretaker away. If need be he’d cook them both a fantastic Italian meal while they sat around and had the opportunity to chat. He pulls out his phone and shoots a text to the other man, sending his gate code his way, knowing he’d need it to get in.