Blake knew his boyfriend had to be toe-tapping by his office door by now, but he’d been gifted such an old teddybear that he had to be meticulous in its restoration. With his others, they’d been patched up to be quirky, each injury being matched with bandages or transplants, like they’d undergone actual surgery, which made them popular with hospital crowds who wanted bears to resemble their specific body issues. He sold them for very little, just enough to quantify it being a business and to keep him working from home, but from time to time he’d gain an old bear, turn of the century old, and would spend days, months even, repairing it to its original splendour. This was the kind of bear which gave him savings and financial security.
Hearing a knock at the office door right as he snipped his final stitch, Blake glanced up at the clock, taking off his glasses. ❝Coming!❞ he called, putting the bear back in its box and closing the lid, setting it aside for the morning. He opened the office door and smiled apologetically to his boyfriend, who was standing there with a glass and two pills held out in his hand. ❝I know, I’m late, I got sucked in again.❞ he apologised, taking both and swallowing his medication, then showing that he wasn’t hiding it anywhere in his mouth. It was a requirement for him; he suffered from bipolar disorder and could range from completely regulated to hallucinating and hearing things, screaming in a corner the next. His mind was fragmented, and not even years in hospital had been able to ‘fix’ him. He’d suffered horribly as a child, but no longer held that as an excuse for not looking after himself. He was so grateful to his boyfriend, who helped him remember things like when he was supposed to medicate.
Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around the other male’s waist, kissing him softly. ❝Thank you. I would be lost without you... I’m sorry I made you come back downstairs...❞ he murmured, kissing him repeatedly. ❝Forgive meee?❞ he pouted, trying to uncross their arms from across their chest.
