#conv;alex

[cory-blake-blog]

Cory’s jaw felt sore. He was fighting with some secuity guard, who’d told him to control his volume - instead he just didn’t say a word. That was difficult, he was rather nosey and constantly had to bother someone so instead he grind his teeth. Now he find himself standing outside in his big sweater, arms wrapped around himself to try and keep his heat. When he heard the door from the building open, he thought it was the staff member coming to scold him so he quickly flipped him the beard and kept his back to the door.

@alexandermwolfe

[cory-blake-blog]

Cory smiled as he knocked on Alex’s bedroom door, wanting to surprise him. He had something in his hand, hidden behind his back. He had been a little absent from Alex’s life the past few days (though it was probably for the best). “Alex? Can I come in?” He said in an almost whisper as he looked around the hallway, not wanting to get caught.

@alexandermwolfe

[cory-blake-blog]

Cory took in a deep breath as he fixed his flannel. He wore it open, having all the buttons removed when he arrive - he would just wear it open without a care. He didn’t mind his now somewhat healed stitched on show, letting them breath felt good. He stood outside Alex’s bedroom door, feeling so young a giddy. Well, he was and should have been giddy and not bitter. He quietly opened the door, coughing so Alex would know he was walking in. He hadn’t said a word to him since they made up; Cory just wanted to give him some space.

“Hi, pixie. Can we talk? Like, outside in the garden?”

@alexandermwolfe

[cory-blake-blog]

cory&alex

@alexandermwolfe

Cory felt dizzy, almost nauseous. He hated the feeling of numbing medication, it made his body feel weird and he was drifting in and out of sleep which was always dangerous for him. He was told to stay laying on his back, but compromised that by taking his shirt off. Looking at the bloody gauze on his chest didn’t help the nausea, making his eyes roll to the back of his head for a few seconds but his body jolting himself awake once more.

He wanted to cry, though sniffled and kept his arms to his side. They asked  him to keep gloves on while he planned on doing some sleeping, but those were tossed aside somewhere. He heard the door open, but kept his eyes averted to the ceiling. He wasn’t going to face who’s there, he was too ashamed.