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Tomias wrapped his arm around his son, holding him tightly with a warm smile to his lips. "He'll be okay. Just sleep." He whispered, kissing the top of his son's head. His arm held him tighter and then scooped up the boy to go place him in a different room. No need to him to sleep beside a healing up demon. Who knew what he would do in the middle of the night?
 
Tomas barely nodded before he was fast asleep and unaware of anything that was going on around him.

He slept for what felt like days, and when he was finally awake, the half demon rushed to his room to check on Azazel. He sat in a chair next to the bed, holding the man's hand and talking softly to him. Tomas still felt weak-he hadn't eaten in weeks now, and hadn't had the nutrients that the demon had been dropping off before he had disappeared for just about that long, too. But he wasn't going to leave. There was a fierce determination in him to stay by the other's side, despite how shitty he felt.
 
Azazel slowly rolled onto his side and gripped the hand tighter. "You feel bonier." He mumbled, the healing having worked quite well. "Go eat some toast." He said with a yawn, forcing his eyes to open. "Or at least get me some." He added, leaning forward and pressing his head into his hand, yawning lightly as he did so.
 
His heart skipped a beat when the male moved, and Tomas nearly stopped breathing when he talked. "That will happen when your source of nutrients decides to go play house with the devil," he quipped softly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips very softly to the demon's forehead before slipping from the room, quite slowly, to get something for the male to eat. "Papa?"

It wasn't long before he returned to the room with some dry toast on a plate, and a small bowl with butter in it, just in case Azazel wanted it.
 
Azazel groaned and patted the boy's hand. "Help me sit up. "He whispered, trying to swallow but his throat was too dry. He groaned a little more while he wiggled his way into sitting up, making Tomas help him. He yawned, rubbing his eyes a little absently. "Can you get some w--" He paused, seeing Tomias in the doorway, smiling.

The man handed the demon some water and then his son some juice. "Drink it all. Both of you." He kissed his son's head before turning to leave once more.
 
He helped as best he could, and was grateful when the male was sitting and comfortable. Tomas was about to sink into the chair when Azazel spoke, and he flopped into it when his mother came in with water and juice. "Thank you, Mama." He took a very small sip and set the glass on the bedside table, not very hungry at all. "What... What happened?" he asked, curling up to get comfortable.
 
Azazel looked at the other and then pulled him into his side. He reached for his water and then the juice. He set that into his hands. "You look like shit." He mumbled, kissing his head gently. "Borra was bored with psychological torture, so he went to physical. He tortured me. I got away... after a long while." He closed his eyes and hugged him some more. "I'm sorry for not being here. I am very, very sorry."
 
He scrambled to gain the closeness with the demon that he craved. Tomas curled close to Azazel, unsure of why he was craving the physical contact, and unwilling to think about why, either. He shrugged. "You looked worse when you got here," he answered softly. His red eyes closed as he sighed and relaxed a bit for the first time in days. "You scared me..."
 
Azazel smiled and kissed the top of his head once more. "Now you know how I feel." He said softly and then kissed his head again, eyes closing as he sunk into him with a groan. "I am sorry. Honest." He sighed softly while he sunk into him. He bit a piece off the toast and smiled a little bit more. "You haven't been eating, have you?"
 
He shook his head very softly. Tomas felt like a loser. The minute he didn't have someone to look after him and he was down the emotional toilet, self harming in the only way he could stomach and he hated to admit it. "I... just didn't feel like it," he offered pathetically. Tomas shrugged a little and settled into the bed and Azazel's side further. "Why? Is the skeletal look out this season?" he joked half-heartedly.
 
Azazel snorted and leaned down to nip the crook of his neck. "No one wants someone they cannot nibble on without the risk of a broken tooth." He hugged him more, pushing his plate aside and he fell into his form, his hard shell he put up crumbling as he collapsed into him. "Tomas... I ... I am such a weakling!" He whispered, eyes closing as he curled into the boy's lap, tears leaking past his eyes. "I crumbled. I couldn't take the pain... I just... I just couldn't. It was horrible. The... The things he did. He ... He's my father!" His hands lifted to his eyes and he cuddled closer. "And the whole time I just... I just wanted to come back to you. I needed to make sure you were okay and that you were not going to.. to do anything. I missed you so much. I just... I hated everything and I hated myself most of all."
 
Tomas was a little taken aback with the break down, but his brain quickly switched on. The half demon hugged his friend, even if he was the one curled up in the other's lap, and rocked them back and forth a little bit. The teen shushed Azazel, and kissed his head. "But you're okay," he offered, leaning down to cuddle closer to him. "And I'm as okay as I was, just a little skinnier. And you survived, Azazel. You're here, right?"
 
Azazel turned over and gripped the front of his shirt, holding the fabric tightly between his fingers while the tears continued to slide down his cheeks. "I.. I am honestly not.. sure." He let out a laugh, burying his face into his chest. "He... He would show me images, Tomas! Of you... Of you being tortured and.. and I .. oh gods I could not bear it." He gripped him tighter while he curled his knees closer to his form. "Tomas.. I... I am so happy to be with you."
 
Tomas continued to shush the other softly, rubbing his back and cuddling close. "I'm fine," he whispered, threading his fingers through the other male's hair. "You're fine. And you're here," he said again with another soft squeeze. "You put protections up, remember?" Tomas smiled a little at Azazel. "You can stay here. There's loads of room..." He only wanted the demon to feel better, but felt helpless. He didn't know what to say or do to help.
 
Azazel nodded and pressed his face into the other's chest, sighing heavily. He slowly calmed down and nodded. "I should take a bath.' He murmued, gripping the other's shirt tightly before his eyes lifted to his. "Want to join me?" He asked, obviously getting his spark back. A happy smile pulled to his lips and he sat up to kiss his cheek. "Or at least finish your juice while I'm in there. and I'll know if you haven;t."
 
A couple of months passed, and with Azazel's help, Tomas began to feel better. He was going outside again, and eating more (still not properly for an 18 year old male, but some was better than none). He was filling back out slowly, and he was beginning to claw his way out of the pits of depression. Tomas was grateful to Azazel, and enjoyed his company and friendship, looking forward to coming home every day to spend more time with him. He began to come home later and later, though, as he'd met a new boy and had begun to fall for him. Standing on his front step with him, Tomas smiled softly as he was kissed. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this, and after everything with Reichen, he didn't think he'd feel this way again.
 
Azazel looked out the window, staring at the two and feeling his heart break just a little bit. His eyes closed and he leaned away from the window, sinking down the wall. He had to remind himself that this was for the better. This was what was helping Tomas. This man made him happy. That was what mattered. Not his own feelings. He pushed his fingers through his white hair and leaned his forehead into his lap, gripping his legs tightly. He would compose himself, then go see him. Put on a bright cheery smile and suck it up.
 
He said goodbye and gave the other another quick peck on the cheek before entering the house and heading for the kitchen. Tomas was suddenly starving in a way that he hadn't been for a very long time. The teen rummaged for something decent to stuff in his mouth, and sat at the table with a peanut butter and banana sandwich and a glass of milk, happily in his head for once.
 
Azazel took in a deep breath and hopped up, walking through the house and to the kitchen. He spotted the other and he smiled warmly, despite the great hurt he felt. It took him how many months to get the man to drink juice and now, after some date, he was eating a sandwich? He pushed back the jealousy and walked over to where he was. "Hey. So who was the cutie you were macking it with?"
 
Looking up, Tomas's smile brightened significantly. "Hi," he greeted back cheerfully, eyes shining rather brightly for being a deep red color. "Hmm? Oh. That's Sal. We were classmates before..." Tomas paused to word everything correctly, but gave up because there really was no 'right' way to say it. "Before everything." Taking another bite of the sandwich, he paused to chew and then continued. "He had gone into the military after school, but heard about me being sick and came to see me when he got back into town... He's really sweet."
 
"That is sweet." He smiled lightly, resting his crossed arms onto the table while his nails absently dug into his flesh, scratching absently to hold back from screaming. "So you've been seeing him a while?" he asked, head tilting to the side, eyes keeping to his. He really was dying inside. Quite a bit. He hated this. He hated this so much. At least now he understood how the other felt when Rei left him for Niko.
 
"Only a few wee-- Why are you bleeding, Az?" he asked, concerned. Tomas hurried over to the other's side with his (clean) napkin and held it to the seeping flesh. The teen studied his friend carefully, wishing he had his uncle's mind reading abilities. "Are you okay?" Once the worst of it had stopped, Tomas pressed his fingertips over the wound and healed it, grateful it wasn't deep.
 
Azazel looked over at his side, sighing softly. "Yeah. I much have hit someone on my way here. Lots of pointy things at home, you know." He smiled warmly and then sighed lightly when he felt the other heal the little wound. He rubbed his side a bit, looking over at the man and he smiled a little more. "Well. If you don't need me for entertainment, I should probably head back. I think the servants might get cranky if I leave them alone for much longer."
 
He looked up at the other, eyes wide and concerned. "You... You want to leave?" Tomas liked having Azazel in the house, and while it may have been selfish for him to wish for the man to stay, he couldn't help it. "I... I wish you wouldn't." The demon had done so much for him, and Tomas cared very deeply for him, but he understood that the man had his own house and life to get back to. He was okay now, so why would Azazel want to stay?
 
Azazel paused and his eyes stayed with the other. He hated this. He hated that face that made him turn to pudding. He smiled warmly and looked up at the other. "okay. I'll stay." He said simply and he straightened his form some more. "And don't give me that face." he pinched his cheek lightly. "So tell me. How is school going?" He asked, wanting to change the topic.
 
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