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Travis Grant Parker-Cleary ([personal profile] notmyfathersson) wrote in [community profile] dreamlikenewyork2014-11-18 11:38 am

"I just can't walk away..."

Who? Travis Parker-Cleary and Ajay Bellerose
What? First Impressions the second
When? About an hour after Billy and Travis's not so pleasant meeting
Where? The Willis place

Travis had been really upset when he left the apartment where he'd been told that Ajay was staying. He wanted to see his brother, but the truth remained that he had no proof whatsoever that he was related to Ajay. They didn't even have the same surname, and after everything that had happened to Ajay, it was no wonder that Billy was so fiercely protective of him. It was good to know that there were people who cared and who would protect his brother, and in all honesty, Travis couldn't say he wouldn't feel the same if someone unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep asking for someone he cared about and worried for.

That was what was on his mind as he left the coffee shop where he'd been sitting for the last hour or so and headed back over to the Willis place. Whether Ajay or Jude was home or not, it didn't matter. Travis wanted at the very least to apologize to Billy for intruding on him. It wasn't fair, and he couldn't blame him in the slightest for not being comfortable with it, and even for freaking out. So it was that he came to again be standing in front of Billy and Jude's door, this time knocking very lightly. He didn't want to be an asshole and disturb them if they were doing something else... He just wanted a chance to apologize.
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[personal profile] radioactivesadness 2014-11-18 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ajay was in so much pain, it wasn't funny. That was on top of the cold, tired, and emotional overload his sessions with Gabe seemed to bring. He didn't want to quit, though, because he knew that Gabe was the best therapist he ever had and had breached more pain with Ajay in a handful of sessions than any other had in the past. The others were all eating disorder specialists, but Gabe specialised in psychotherapy with mental illness and post-trauma in younger people. He had been going about it in a very different way, and only time would tell how it all came out. He had his back leant heavily against the cubicle of the elevator up to Billy and Jude's hall. It was a miracle he didn't keel over and pass out from exhaustion. Thank god Gabe had helped him out of the car and into the apartment block, because Ajay's butt had seemed intent on staying in the front passenger seat.

He nearly missed the elevator arriving at the right floor because he seemed to have dozed off standing against the wall. Trying to catch the doors before they swung closed again, Ajay only just avoiding getting stuck in them. The bottom of one crutch did get caught, and it was a struggle for him to try to stay up on one, not put weight on his injured leg, and yank the second from the clutches of the elevator doors. He pushed them open to relinquish the crutch and by the time he righted himself, he looked up to see that a guy had appeared from... well, somewhere to try to help him. "Thanks, but I'm good," he mumbled, only meeting the guy's eyes briefly before he broke the eye contact under the guise of trying to pull his jacket and shirt down so there was no skin exposed.