Sky was quiet for a long while after they left the building. It wasn't anything new or worrying, Time thought. He'd just been failed by the people paid to help. Again.
Personally, Time was still pissed off. Righteous anger buzzed through his body, his fists trembling with effort to not punch something. It took too long for him to calm down enough before he felt safe to drive. He should've noticed the guilty looks Sky shot him.
"Sorry." Time barely caught the whispered apology over the rumble of the engine. "You don't need to keep trying."
"What do you mean?" Time fought to keep his earlier frustration out of his tone.
"Maybe there's not a cure. Maybe I'm just broken, I dunno, just-" Sky sucked in a breath and released it shakily. "I'm sorry."
"You want to get better, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Sky almost sobbed, his voice wet and defeated.
"Then I'm going to find a doctor who can find out what's wrong and help you," Time stated simply. His eye stayed on the road.
Sky didn't respond. He stayed quiet long enough that Time thought he'd fallen asleep, until he heard a broken whisper as they turned onto their street.
"What if there's no getting better? So- so many doctors have told me... told me..." Sky loudly swallowed. "I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Sorry. I dunno why you care so much."
Time hummed. "Well, if you're staying in my house, it's logical to get you to a point where you can pay rent." He joked. Hylia, he's getting soft.
Sky didn't have anything to say to that.
When Time had parked, Sky was still wiping his tears, staring into nothing. Time sighed. He patted the younger man's shoulder and tried to give him a reassuring smile.
"Come on, let's go inside."
Sky doesn't fight against Time's hand on his shoulder, guiding him inside. Doesn't acknowledge when he nearly falls and Time catches him. He's just so fucking tired. Of his body. Of his situation. Of being tired. All. The. Fucking. Time.
He doesn't realise Time's carrying him until he's being set down on the couch. Even though it hurts his head, he quietly weeps into the pillows until he can't do anything but drift into a deep sleep.
When Sky wakes up, there's a soft pillow under his head and a warm blanket draped over his aching body. On the small table beside him is a thermos of hot chocolate.
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I'm so sorry I didn't check to see if it was okay to write a continuation of your fic, inspiration struck-
Casually projects my own feelings onto this exhausted bird boi because I don't think I ever processed all of that properly but anyways, sorry this isn't the best
OF COURSE IT'S OKAY!! IT'S BETTER THAN OKAY!!
I love this sm Brainrot <3 I'm so ill for this man being so soft for these random kids he pulled off his sidewalk. Sky is so valid for this - his day to day just fucking sucks and he's having such a hard time seeing an end point. He just wants to feel okay T_T
Omg and the little details are killing me. The thermos of coco omg and THE JOKE ABOUT RENT omg my heart almost gave out! Thank you for the delicious food!!
And please feel free to project and process all over this au! I'm always so happy to know something that I wrote connected on a personal level. Especially things I only have a second hand experience with. I'm fortunate enough to never have had to deal with what Sky is going through, so I can only write from a outsiders perspective. So if you want to write something to give some insight or to vent or even just for fun, please do! I've love to hear it!
