weariness || Grey + Freddie
for freddie-roadkill
Nothing stops the madness, Turning, haunting, yearning Pull the trigger
It was half past two in the morning, and the nightmares were different now. They weren’t just things his subconscious threw at him; they were memories, and not things he wanted to recall.
She was crying– She was scared– He had the gun pressed to her h e a d–
With no family to call, no adults to trust, and no friends to go to, Grey made his way down the hall to Freddie’s room, sneaking in. Only god knew if Thaddeus was in there - and the same deity was probably well-aware that he didn’t give a flying fuck. He needed to see Fredrick; he didn’t think he’d make it through the night without him.
His thoughts proved to be quite the distraction, and he had difficulty even keeping his balance as he went to his boyfriend’s bed. The moment he was by his side, he reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder, unable to speak in that moment - not from a psychological inability to, but simply for the fact that he was sure words would lead to tears. He didn’t want to shed any right then, not with the possibility of someone he neither liked nor trusted seeing them. The nineteen-year-old had to get Freddie out of there, and then they could talk.