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irockthemicWho: Wesley Knight and Merlin Larson
What: Friends Helping Friends
Where: Brandon & Merlin's Home, NYC
When: After this
“I know you’re probably not hungry or even wanna be awake, buddy, but your mom’s gonna give herself a stress ulcer if you don’t try a lil’,” Wesley murmured, carrying a tray into Merlin and Brandon’s bedroom where he discovered Merlin was actually awake. “It’s just toast and a cuppa tea. She ain’t even gone overboard with fixin’s or anything.”
Merlin didn’t know what he was feeling beyond extremely exhausted and depressed because everything had finally gotten too damn much. The bedroom curtains were open a little bit, letting some light into the room. It stung his eyes and he pulled himself up in bed, rubbing his hands over his face and through his messy hair. Then he just sighed, looking at Wesley blearily, trying to get his mind to ground itself again. “It’s okay. I get why everyone’s worrying. I love y’all for it, I really do. But I just… don’t wanna be here.”
( Wes nodded and sat down on the side of the bed, carefully placing the tray down beside him... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Friends Helping Friends
Where: Brandon & Merlin's Home, NYC
When: After this
“I know you’re probably not hungry or even wanna be awake, buddy, but your mom’s gonna give herself a stress ulcer if you don’t try a lil’,” Wesley murmured, carrying a tray into Merlin and Brandon’s bedroom where he discovered Merlin was actually awake. “It’s just toast and a cuppa tea. She ain’t even gone overboard with fixin’s or anything.”
Merlin didn’t know what he was feeling beyond extremely exhausted and depressed because everything had finally gotten too damn much. The bedroom curtains were open a little bit, letting some light into the room. It stung his eyes and he pulled himself up in bed, rubbing his hands over his face and through his messy hair. Then he just sighed, looking at Wesley blearily, trying to get his mind to ground itself again. “It’s okay. I get why everyone’s worrying. I love y’all for it, I really do. But I just… don’t wanna be here.”
( Wes nodded and sat down on the side of the bed, carefully placing the tray down beside him... )
LOG, COMPLETE