#vain constantine

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Key Delbon Vain Constantine

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Vain Constantine

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Mood: Vain Constantine

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Dumpster Files: Vain is a sweetiepie

"Uh. I'll take a number 5 and a number 3 with no mayo."  Vain ordered his food quietly as he glanced to the line beside him as he heard a small sniffle followed by the grumbling about having the wrong wallet and a quiet apology as the boy in the hoodie turned. Vain held up his hand to catch the attention of the employee. "I'll pay for whatever he was trying to get."  The boy turned and his eyes widened ever so slightly and Vain just smiled as he leaned against the counter. "I thought that was you, Long time no see. "

Vain noted the redness in the younger man's eyes and the remains of tears on his cheeks but didn't say anything about it while they were standing in line as he smiled. Cain's eyes fell as he shyly shoved his hands into his pockets. "Oh, Vain. I thought that was y-you... Erm, Thanks - you didn't have to - "  He cleared his throat in a vague attempt to hide his upset but Vain could tell so much already. He was hiding his face and hands and shaking like a leaf - He knew something was deeply wrong as Cain was just as much of a smartass as himself in a good mood.   "Eh, I'm fairly sure I owed you for several burgers before you moved."

The employees eventually handed over the food and Vain led the way to a somewhat isolated table so he could check the bags to figure out what was what before handing Cain's to him and sitting down. Patting the table as and invite.  Cain hesitated as he sat down and slowly slid his hands from his hoodie and reached forward to open the bag showing his bruised wrists and knuckles as he shyly looked up at Vain.

Vain debated for a moment but waited to comment as he stuffed a chicken nugget in his mouth and eyed Cain as he gave him space as he quietly unwrapped his own burger.

Cain finally let out a heavy shaking sigh as he rubbed his face again and let his hoodie fall back showing the large bruise over his left eye and busted lip and the lingering line of bruises around his neck.  "...My parents kicked me out a year ago - I've been living with my boyfriend since then but - I - I - He - " Cain swallowed roughly, covering his face. "I have a spare room," Vain spoke up as he took another bite of his food and Cain's eyes widened as if he'd just literally offered a way out... Vain had a pretty good idea about what had happened.

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Vain Constantine

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Vain’s Fashion Everyday 1 Everyday 2 Formal #Nofucksgiven Summer Winter Athletic

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Jamie Valentine Constantine

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8 Ways to Say “I Love You”: 1/8

"Hey, hey, no, I really do love you." He's arguing with no one, because she's just as drunk as he is and had the lack of coordination sense to not answer the phone. The answer-phone laughs at him in her voice and clicks and whirrs, and he leaves his message at the beep.

He doesn't regret it then, but he does the next morning when he wakes up in the same clothes on his couch, awake too late to get changed and late for work. The dogs don't count, especially as they cannot know, but still he's ashamed to meet their eyes.

When Jenna calls him later, he almost doesn't answer the phone - too embarrassed to let it come up - but in the end he does, and all she wants is to remind him that he promised he'd help her with something on the weekend. Between then and the weekend actually rolling around, he picks up the phone a dozen times but doesn't quite make the cancelling call like he thinks he wants to.

But the weekend rolls around and he goes, and she doesn't look at him any different. Wasted words, then - or she never got the message.