Life is chances that are taken But nothing's ever broken

 “Thanks, Abe…” He wanted to add on more, but it was always so awkward. He didn’t know when to say more or stop when it was enough. He felt like Abel deserved more, but then the other tended to go quiet and turtle into himself and then Bo felt like an idiot. “Ya know…for everything,”

“You know you don’t have to thank me for anything,” he told him, “I should be thanking you if anything.” He owed Bo a lot more than just a simple bandaged hand, that much he was sure of but he couldn’t put everything into words at the moment, there was no way he’d be able to. Without really thinking he moved to straddle Bo’s lap, resting his head in the crook of the man’s neck, making sure that he didn’t burn him. “You definitely need antiseptic for that hand though because if it gets infected and gooey then I’ma have to back out and get Mowgli to fix it,” he told him quickly, pulling back with a goofy grin on his face.

In a quick movement, he reached forwards and stole the cigarette from Bo, grin turning into a smirk as he placed it between his lips, taking a drag. “As your doctor, I’m prescribing it,” he teased as he reached to start wrapping the bandage around his knuckles. He wasn’t going to mess around with band aids because he just wasn’t committed to cleaning up the mess they left behind. He made quick work of bandaging the hand up - he’d had plenty of practice after all - cigarette still sitting pretty between his lips. He gave it one last check over before giving a definitive nod. “I think you’re good, B.”

When he heard the laugh he raised an eyebrow, but didn’t raise his head. “You better not be laughing at me up there,” he warned as his hands stretched the skin and his head tilted to various angles to look for the quick sparkle of any glass that was still remaining. He wasn’t usually a perfectionist but this wasn’t exactly something normal for him. Abel quickly moved in, taking out one last, barely visible piece of glass before grabbing some clean tissue to wipe the knuckles one last time. “Need to find the equivalent to antiseptic tomorrow,” he said more to himself than anything, he could do that at some point. He couldn’t be bothered right now.

“The mirror fucking started it,” He snarled back as Abel still continued to dab and fuss with his hand. He let out a rough chuckle. “Such a vain baby. Nothing wrong with stubble,” Bo leaned back with his hand still stretched between him and Abel. He’d been in enough street brawls and dominant punishments to take some pain and he wasn’t worried about scars. “You’ve patched me up before, babe. I trust you,” He said, the words truthful.

There was something about the way that Bo said it - ‘I trust you’ - that made butterflies, or something of that sort, flutter up in his stomach. He’d never get used to people saying that they trusted him or they were proud of him, but Bo seemed to throw those small phrases at him constantly. It was strange but it was definitely something he liked- loved even. “There’s a difference between cleaning cuts and picking glass out of them but at least I have a steady hand,” he said with a quiet chuckle as he stopped for a moment to wipe around the little cuts again. He was going way too slow and he wouldn’t be surprised if Bo got impatient and told him to hurry the fuck up but he wanted to make sure he got everything out. He was so determined to get everything out that he put the hand down momentarily to put his glasses on that were left on the table from earlier, before going back to the hand, leaning in just a little more to get a closer look.

He jumped when he heard Bo snap at him, glancing up to make sure he was okay, “I don’t think you’d ever stop worrying. I don’t want you to stop worrying. I just think you need to take a chill pill,” he told him as he pulled another shard of glass out, scowling up at Bo, “there wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have a boxing match with the mirror,” he sassed before grabbing some tissue to dab at the small amount of blood that had welled up from where the glass had been moments ago. “How’m I going to get rid of my stubble now,” he muttered more to himself than anything. He really needed to stop being such a dick to people, especially to his boys but he knew that he could push a bit more with these two without them getting mad. “Just so you know,” he added as an after thought, “I’m not first aid trained.”

“Then you’re going to have to get the fuck over it and listen to me anyway,” he told him as he all but dragged Bo through the apartment before he was pushing him to sit down on the couch. He then moved around the apartment to grab bandages and water to clean the wound, quickly doubling back to grab some tweezers before carefully sitting himself down on the table in front of the other. As Bo started to speak, Abel took his hand and used the tweezers to gently remove any of glass that was still lodged in the cut. When he spoke about how it was almost his job to get them off of the island he paused, glancing up at him. “You gotta stop beating yourself up. We’ll get off of the island when we get off of the island. For now we make the most of what we’ve got and as long as we’ve got each other there’s nothing to worry about. So stop worrying.”

The tea was in his hands almost before he realized that Abel was in there, that’s how lost in his own thoughts he was. There was so much rattling around in there and as much as he’d wanted to talk about it Mowgli honestly hadn’t known how to. He curled up against his - boyfriend? Boyfriend. One of two. Huh. He curled up against Abel and nestled his head against his shoulder in a strange turn of events from how things usually were. “It’s terrifying, I guess. To realize that the people I thought have been dead for years aren’t. It’s happy, it’s joyful, and I missed them so much but if my perception of that could be wrong then what else have I been off about? It’s - that’s not even what’s bothering me or making me overthink things but it’s the first thing that came to mind. Something that’s been flitting in and out among the other thoughts.”

“You want to talk about what’s really bothering you or is that what you want to focus on? I can try to help in anyway I can,” he told him. It should have been obvious that he would do anything he could to help but he still felt that he needed to vocalise it. It may have been more to tell himself it than anything else cause he really didn’t want to screw this up and cause any more issues for him. “I’m here for you either way,” he added, his hand coming up to gently brush through the sub’s hair, hoping that it would calm him down a little.

Robin didn’t even know where he was ending up. He just kept running…and running and running. When his legs finally couldn’t take it anymore, he found himself in front of a small pond. Bending over and breathing heavily, he looked over the water. He was still frustrated over his conversation with Maisie. Why did she consistently make him feel like he was the worst person in the world? Because he cared about her? Why was that so wrong? And why was it always gaston!? Robin let out a loud yell of frustration as he through a nearby rock into the water, “fuuuuuck!” He didn’t even know anyone else had shown up.

“You…your boyfriend was that..fucker?” Bo asked before pushing a hand through his hair. “Wait..before or after? And…why? Why him? Why did you stay with him? and…” His brain was starting to trip over itself. “What are talking about? Who had…that turd that was hurting my friend? He had something wrong with him?” Bo leaned back against the arm of the couch dragging his hand over his face. “Shit. SHIT. Why didn’t those two jerk offs just tell me? I don’t…” He looked at Abel, his eyes insistent. “I don’t fucking pick on people. I know I’m a prick, but I’m not a bully…I..” He felt Abel start to pull away and he pulled the switch back against him. “Hey. Hey. That shit…it’s not..it doesn’t matter. Okay? You’re with me now…and Mowgli,”

“It’s not okay. I could have... I could have found out and told you and saved you a punishment. I could have... I could have done something.” As much as he wanted to just let Bo pull him back in he knew that he really couldn’t until they’d figured it all out, until everything was out in the open. Abel rubbed both hands over his face, letting out a tired sigh. “It’s just... part of my life that seems to haunt me... if you get me?”