#aphased

                                         We are a family, we are so                   much more than just you and I

  Davey              Owen                         Samantha                                             Chainey                                                             Noah

   “ -- h-hey!  Calm down, Chainey. I’m okay! ” Sam took a hand off of her small cut, showing him that it wasn’t that serious. Stuff like this wasn’t unusual for the necromancer -- she was a major klutz. Just a slip up in the kitchen -- one that left a cut on her hand.  “ I just need to get  bandage ... ” 

 ❝ Why do I––  ❞ The words are repeated, dark brows      FURROWING as Davey doe his best to process the      question posed. ❝ I don’t–– I don’t just ‘KEEP YOU      AROUND’, man! I LIKE your company. I like  Y O U! ❞      Davey says, a sad smile tugging at his lips. ❝ Don’t      SAY shit like that, yeah? ❞ A hand rubs at Davey’s      arm a moment, calloused fingers digging into dis-      coloured skin. ❝ You’re IMPORTANT, Anthony.  ❞  

     Davey HESITATES a moment, hand running through     already-tousled brown hair. He is WORRIED about     Chainey, honestly: the taller boy was always so self-     critical. Though he rarely lets it show OBVIOUSLY,     Davey knows him well enough at this point to be     able to pick up on the subtle tell-tale signs. HOW-     EVER, for Chainey to so CLEARLY let this self-     doubt shine through –– well, it’s more than enough     to make Davey EXTREMELY concerned. He doesn’t     know what to SAY, how to  H E L P: emotions and      the like have never been his strong suit. They had     never come easily to him, oftentimes feeling as     if there was some kind of  B L O C K  between them      and himself.

      And so, Davey does what he knows –– what       almost always makes HIM feel better. Strong arms      are wrapped about Chainey’s thin form, fingers       curling into the fabric of his sweater. ❝ You’re      here ‘cause you’re IMPORTANT to me, okay? ❞      There is a moment’s hesitation, and then Davey      speaks again, his voice a little QUIETER this time.  ❝  ...I dunno what I’d DO without ya around, you       know? ❞ he says, tone a little UNCERTAIN. He       had felt SO ALONE before, so ISOLATED, even       with Sam around: she had been there, but she      had never really KNOWN what he was going       through. Now, though, he has Chainey.       Chainey understands, understands the STRUG-      GLE, the sense of NOT BELONGING––

      Now, Davey feels like he has somewhere that      he belongs. HE ISN’T ALONE.