"I think it's good news that they've paid their phone bill," Holden commented, not sure what to say. "Tell Remus he can close the store. We can afford a break. I'll still pay him."
He didn't want Remus to have to come to a hospital for him. Hell, he was trying desperately not to freak out over Felix being here. He could catch something. He felt as if he ought to send him away, but really all he wanted to do was find a way to hide against him and feel safe. Maybe cry a little. In a manly and only slightly pathetic way.
"How bad is it?" He moved his hand to indicate himself. "So, bruised ribs. Broken arm? I don't know, is my head misshapen?"
He honestly didn't know. Everything seemed to hurt.
"Cracked skull, dislocated shoulder, fractured ribs but you know, not so bad." Felix waved a dismissive hand. "So on the scale of gay bashing we've seen - not a minor scuffle like one Remus had two months ago and more like the Hartley deciding to take on a whole gang of skinheads sort but not quite as extreme."
And yeah, that was how he measured these things now, he had plenty of benchmarks and friends. Hell, anyone in their community had faced something by now, even he had.
"You still look very pretty, darling." Felix smiled sadly at Holden and then leaned back in his chair, sighing. "They want to keep you in for a couple of days and then you can come home. You gotta take it easy. Relax. I'll take time off and we can just chill at home."
It was sad and funny at once, that comparison. Holden had to smile a little, especially when thinking about Hartley in hospital. Mostly just rearing to go at them again. He wished he had some of that angry determination. Instead he had a hot ball of fear in the pit of his stomach and concern over that boy. It was easier, honestly, to focus on the concern.
"Couple days." That'd be tedious. "Did you bring me anything to read?" He somehow doubted it. Even more tedious. "I'll probably mostly sleep anyway. I'll see you at home, love. Yeah?"
"I got some books." Felix held up a small stack he had on the floor and set them on the bedside table. "And I can visit every day until we go home together. And I'm careful, promise. Washing my hands and everything." Felix knew he had to be really careful here or it could be one hell of a fuck up that Holden would never forgive.
"Just rest, breathe and try to get better. And when you're home, I'll hold you and -- we'll see if I ever let go." Hard to say.
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He didn't want Remus to have to come to a hospital for him. Hell, he was trying desperately not to freak out over Felix being here. He could catch something. He felt as if he ought to send him away, but really all he wanted to do was find a way to hide against him and feel safe. Maybe cry a little. In a manly and only slightly pathetic way.
"How bad is it?" He moved his hand to indicate himself. "So, bruised ribs. Broken arm? I don't know, is my head misshapen?"
He honestly didn't know. Everything seemed to hurt.
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And yeah, that was how he measured these things now, he had plenty of benchmarks and friends. Hell, anyone in their community had faced something by now, even he had.
"You still look very pretty, darling." Felix smiled sadly at Holden and then leaned back in his chair, sighing. "They want to keep you in for a couple of days and then you can come home. You gotta take it easy. Relax. I'll take time off and we can just chill at home."
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"Couple days." That'd be tedious. "Did you bring me anything to read?" He somehow doubted it. Even more tedious. "I'll probably mostly sleep anyway. I'll see you at home, love. Yeah?"
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"Just rest, breathe and try to get better. And when you're home, I'll hold you and -- we'll see if I ever let go." Hard to say.