Cooper flinched when his brother smacked his leg before grinning at him, “Hey, I said it first,” he quipped back before settling a little as he lent into the soft leather. There was a lot going through his head at that moment. What Caspar was thinking, what Blaine was thinking, where Robbie had gone, did his Mom know about this, what he’d have to do when he got in, would he have to cancel with Sage, was he safe in the hospital, did they know about his assessment, would that go well, what if he had to stay over, would Robbie be allowed to stay? Cooper’s mind always went at a hundred miles an hour over the daftest things.
He was there, he’d made the effort to even show his face. He’d been supportive when his brother had been an asshole to him in the recent years of their life. In truth, their problems could have been sorted a lot quicker by now, Cooper operated on trust, it was simple really, prove you’re trustworthy. In reality, it showed Cooper just how little his brother actually knew of him.
Swinging his leg idly as he glanced back at the door to check for Robbie, expecting food to arrive at any minute which might settle his mood. He heard Caspar and rolled his eyes with a sigh. “I’m not saying it to be a dick, but just look around, you’re in the fucking hospital. Don’t give me that, it’s not that bad shit,” he huffed softly. “What next? You gonna tell me it’s a little bad when you’re six feet under in a coffin? Yeah. Wise up, Caspar. It’s not good at all. If you’re doing this to yourself then you might need to go to a rehabilitation center.”
“I’m not saying this to be a dick, I’m honestly not. But I’m not gonna sit by until it’s too late,” he shrugged softly. “Truth hurts like a bitch, suck it up.” His intentions were more for his mother, he knew he didn’t want her to deal with this, he didn’t want that stress put on her. From what he knew it had been a constant battle Pamela had tried to support Caspar with. He didn’t want to put that strain on her. There was no-one Cooper loved more than his mother. He’d do all he could to keep her safe and give her an easy life, even if it meant taking on the problems himself and trying to fix them. He’d always do his best.
Blaine stayed quiet as his older brother spoke, staring at a spot on the floor as he simultaneously tried to listen to Cooper and register that Caspar was sitting in a hospital bed and still trying to tell them that everything was okay. He didn’t expect an instant acceptance of help, by any means; Jack had been right when he said that forcing someone into getting help was never going to work. But surely, with this setting, there was an exception to be made.
“Yeah, Cas, if waking up in a hospital bed is ‘not that bad’ to you, I honestly don’t think I want to know what ‘bad’ is,” Blaine agreed softly, letting his gaze rise to meet his twin’s. “Something’s gotta give here.”
When Caspar heard the word rehab, it made him feel a little scared inside, that was one place where he didn’t want to end up. “I’m not going to rehab, there’s no way I’m going there.” He said as he shook his head with a sigh. Caspar really hated talking about things that were going on in his personal life, it was like it was being invaded, he knew that they only meant well, but it was hard to take in.
“Bad would be like... I don’t know... Being literally skin and bones? I’m not like that though, I’m not that skinny or anything.” Caspar said with a shake of his head. Sure he may have lost weight, but it wasn’t that much surely? He still felt like he could lose a whole lot more.
As Caspar saw Blaine gaze into his eyes, he frowned deeply as he glanced down. “I guess you guys could help me... If you want to..? I’m not going to a clinic or anything though.” Caspar said, as he was reluctantly willing to get help from his family, but no one else.
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