we're all mad here

“If you say so,” he chuckled softly. Riley hated David, but he said he wasn’t here for a fight, so he wouldn’t say anything about the guy. “You’re going to give yourself a headache thinking like that Benjamin. I’m sure Charles didn’t do anything because of you. And not everyone gets visitors every time we have a visiting week. I do remember last time he had someone visit him, so he does has family. I’m sure they just couldn’t visit this time around. And Charles has more friends than just you, you know. You just need to relax, Benjamin.”

Riley just smirked a little, knowing that he had seen through Ben’s attitude right away. “You’re with David? Huh,” he hummed, not saying more on that matter. He hoped his nonresponse would draw a reaction out of Ben, but he wouldn’t be heartbroken if it didn’t. “This isn’t some teenage drama, I doubt he tried killing himself because of you,” Riley shrugged. “Maybe it had something to do with his families? Don’t beat yourself up over something you couldn’t control. He’s here for a reason, obviously he was too much in his head.”

“I’ve hardly ever fucked with you Benjamin, and which friends were those? I haven’t fucked with anyone much in a few weeks. As for Alexander, he’s fond of me too, you know. It’s a mutual thing there. And if you’re no longer friend what does that matter?” He shrugged. Riley found Ben’s irritation with him amusing. “Oh?” He asked, intrigued. “And how is that? Did you shove the pills down his throat?”

“And what things do you think I’ve done?” He asked, leaning against the wall with a raised brow. “Obviously,” Riley scoffed. “I know how.. attached you are to Charles. You don’t have to pretend to be okay.”

“You were interesting, which meant I liked you. Don’t try to act like you know me,” he said, voice calm. Riley wouldn’t let Brendon annoy him. He was just trying to get more friendly with the staff so he could have options. “I don’t care what anyone says I can or can’t feel. I know what I feel, and if someone doesn’t believe me, they can go fuck themselves,” he said, before turning around, ignoring Brendon as he went back inside.

“You know, I’m getting tired of people thinking they know me,” Riley sighed. “I do when it’s rather distasteful to talk about something. I don’t really want a fight either. I just came to see how much it had affected you.”

“I do care about him. You’re just like everyone else, which is unfortunate, because I was really starting to like you Brendon.” Riley scowled, pushing away from the tree he was leaning against, starting to walk away slowly. “Thanks for the cig, have a fan-fucking-tastic day.”

"Of feeling emotion? Not normally, but with Alexander I do,” Riley admitted. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I care about him, deeply. I’m sure you don’t believe that, but I don’t care for anyone’s opinions.”

“I happen to care for Alexander very much. And he believes that I do too, unlike my doctors. They just think I’m infatuated with him because he’s a masochist,” Riley said, his annoyance seeping through.

Riley smiled, stroking Alex’s cheek softly. “And you’re very special to me, Alexander,” he said, digging his nails into the blond’s shoulder at the bites. He wished against all hope that he had a knife on him, but he’s been closely watched since he stole the key to the kitchen. “I want many things, darling. I want to fuck you senseless. I want to choke you, and slap you as you take my cock. I want a knife more than anything, so I can watch you bleed,” he breathed out, closing his eyes with the sensations Alex was giving him.