shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan looked absolutely awful; dark circles beneath his eyes, looking rather thin from his skipped meals. His face was contorted in upset, wet with tears. “B-because I d-didn’t want anyone t-to see me l-like this!” he sobbed, covering his face with his hands. If he didn’t calm down soon he was guaranteed to have an attack. “Y-you break into m-my house a-and yell at me… w-why would I want t-to see you?”

Moonlight shed over Alan, and for the first time Eric really saw him. He saw the hollows of his cheeks and circles under his eyes. Immediately, he felt remorse for his actions. He swallowed thickly, and slowly he sank down to his bedside. “Alan.” He said sternly. “I need ye tae calm down an’ breathe, a’right? Can ye do tha’?” Things were much worse than he’d thought.