It had definitely been more than obvious that something wasn't right with Ajay from the very start, but Travis hadn't known really what to expect or how to take Ajay's behavior. He'd only just met him, and he couldn't be sure what was his normal. What he did know, though, was that his brother had eaten a ridiculous amount of food and then excused himself, leaving Travis completely confused and seriously worried. This being a big brother thing wasn't going to be easy... especially from what he could tell about Ajay so far. He hadn't wanted to push or pry, but he did want to know what was going on. Ajay was his little brother, the little brother he'd always dreamed of and hoped for, but it clearly wasn't going to be as simple as waltzing into his brother's life and suddenly going camping together or farting on each other. That was okay. What was family for if not leaning on each other when things were bad?
Ajay was slow and deliberate in the way that he explained himself to Travis, and there were a million things running through his mind to say. But nothing he was thinking would make sense... Nothing would come close to saying what he was feeling right now or how much he wanted to help his brother. And beyond that, the immediate things rushing through his head were all these positive platitude type things that he knew without a doubt weren't going to help. His brother had bulimia and had been suicidal. That was no light thing that could be fixed with some nice words and a warm and fuzzy feeling. Still, he didn't want to leave his brother thinking that he wanted nothing to do with him because he was damaged inside and going through hell. When he finally did speak it was a softly uttered, "Fuck." His eyes met Ajay's... at least as long as Ajay's remained focused on his. "Dude... I want you to know that it means a hell of a lot to me that you're choosing to let me see the painful parts. I certainly can't promise I can help or fix anything, but you have me anytime you need me, even if it's just because you need some support. You can never have too many people in your life who will care about you unconditionally, and I can give you that, at least." He paused, tilting his head to one side as he looked at his brother. He didn't want to push or rush him, but he wanted him to know for sure that he was there and he'd listen to anything Ajay wanted to say.
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Ajay was slow and deliberate in the way that he explained himself to Travis, and there were a million things running through his mind to say. But nothing he was thinking would make sense... Nothing would come close to saying what he was feeling right now or how much he wanted to help his brother. And beyond that, the immediate things rushing through his head were all these positive platitude type things that he knew without a doubt weren't going to help. His brother had bulimia and had been suicidal. That was no light thing that could be fixed with some nice words and a warm and fuzzy feeling. Still, he didn't want to leave his brother thinking that he wanted nothing to do with him because he was damaged inside and going through hell. When he finally did speak it was a softly uttered, "Fuck." His eyes met Ajay's... at least as long as Ajay's remained focused on his. "Dude... I want you to know that it means a hell of a lot to me that you're choosing to let me see the painful parts. I certainly can't promise I can help or fix anything, but you have me anytime you need me, even if it's just because you need some support. You can never have too many people in your life who will care about you unconditionally, and I can give you that, at least." He paused, tilting his head to one side as he looked at his brother. He didn't want to push or rush him, but he wanted him to know for sure that he was there and he'd listen to anything Ajay wanted to say.