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A sudden voice in the darkness startled him, more than the male wanted to admit. "I'm fine," he snapped, harsher than he intended, but Bailey wasn't about to take it back. Not after what had happened earlier that day. Or yesterday. He had no idea how late it was, or early in the morning. Either way, they had to get up somewhat early and sleep was necessary.
"Just go back to sleep," he muttered, flipping his pillow and dusting the other side off. It was a trick he had learned from his mother, when had had nightmares often. Placing his head on the cooler side, he wanted to go straight back to sleep but it wasn't coming. He didn't want to look at the couch any more, he didn't want to see Seth looking at him. It was probably in pity as well, and Bailey scoffed at the thought. As if he'd want Seth pitying him.
"Fuck this," Bailey muttered to himself. He rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, wondering what exactly went wrong. This was the last thing he wanted to think about, but it was the only thing he could think about. It had all been his fault. He was the one that had suggested they go meet that group. She had been somewhat reluctant. If only he had listened to her advice. Something stung the corner of his eyes, and he let the tears flow silently. If only. She would have been alive. He wouldn't be in this mess. And he wouldn't have been vulnerable. He was glad that the dark hid his tears. Soon enough, wallowing in his own self pity sent him to sleep.
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A sudden voice in the darkness startled him, more than the male wanted to admit. "I'm fine," he snapped, harsher than he intended, but Bailey wasn't about to take it back. Not after what had happened earlier that day. Or yesterday. He had no idea how late it was, or early in the morning. Either way, they had to get up somewhat early and sleep was necessary.
"Just go back to sleep," he muttered, flipping his pillow and dusting the other side off. It was a trick he had learned from his mother, when had had nightmares often. Placing his head on the cooler side, he wanted to go straight back to sleep but it wasn't coming. He didn't want to look at the couch any more, he didn't want to see Seth looking at him. It was probably in pity as well, and Bailey scoffed at the thought. As if he'd want Seth pitying him.
"Fuck this," Bailey muttered to himself. He rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, wondering what exactly went wrong. This was the last thing he wanted to think about, but it was the only thing he could think about. It had all been his fault. He was the one that had suggested they go meet that group. She had been somewhat reluctant. If only he had listened to her advice. Something stung the corner of his eyes, and he let the tears flow silently. If only. She would have been alive. He wouldn't be in this mess. And he wouldn't have been vulnerable. He was glad that the dark hid his tears. Soon enough, wallowing in his own self pity sent him to sleep.
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