Theo cringed, composure wavering slightly.
“But you’re not just a warm mouth to me.” I continued, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as my eyes bore into his beautiful blue ones “so I give a shit. I want you to be okay.”
“I’m okay.” Theo mumbled, tearing his gaze away “and you’re not...I thought we cleared that up.”
“Theo.” I pressed, noting that my own voice sounded pained, which was ironic because Theo seemed to be in a lot of fucking pain right now.
Stryker stepped forward, eyes sweeping over us in silent assessment.
“I think he’s sprained his ACL.” Stryker said eventually “Needs some ice but he’ll be okay. Can we go home now?”
“Yeah. Jack’s just there, S. Waiting for you.”
He nodded, giving us one last look.
Theo hesitated, eyeing me “what?”
“Are you sure we’re good? After our talk?”
“We’re good.” He sighed “I get snappy when I’m in pain. It’s my third knee injury so it’s…worse.”
I nodded slowly.
“Ipromisewe’re okay.”
“Okay.” I whispered back, swallowing thickly, feeling something loosen in my chest “okay.”
Theo
“What thehellhappened?”
Johnathan’s thunderous voice awoke me from where I was dozing, head on Matthew’s chest and limbs tangled together, ice strapped to my knee.
I picked up on the change in his breathing, attention flickering up towards his face as his eyes fluttered open. He immediately straightened, panic taking hold of his features.
“Fuck.”
“Let Jack deal with it.” I croaked, exhaustion weighing me down, eyelids feeling heavy “we don’tknowwhat happened.”
“Theo-“
I wrapped my arms around his waist to keep him pinned into place, closing my eyes again.
I could hear Johnathan yelling, voice progressively raising, and Jack yelling right back; as a result, Matthew remained tense, but his hand found his way into my hair and began combing through it.
“Relax.” I mumbled, tilting my head up and pressing a kiss to Matthew’s jaw. I could do that- the others had shut themselves in their rooms, running from Johnathan’s fury.
Matt grunted.
My brain felt hazy and I tugged his shirt again “we weren’t there.” I repeated.
“Jack wasn’t either.” Matt pointed out, and I could just about imagine how his face looked in that moment- biting his lip, anxious, guilty.
“Shhh. Sleep.”
Matthew groaned “can’t. Woke me up now. You want dinner soon?”
“No. Not hungry.”
