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         "--..." 

He really doesn’t want to do parents evening.

          “--to be honest, i don’t think i asked for your opinion.” the smile is sarcastic. 

          “Question. Why are you even talking to me?”

          “--what in the world could you possibly want now?”

          louis laid in the bed with matt, not uttering a single word. his head was pressed into the crook of his boyfriend's neck and he was breathing slowly, a huge change from before when he couldn't seem to slow it down or even catch it. his fingers were curled around the fabric of the other male's shirt, and his eyes were closed. he was still slightly shaken up, but the panic attack he had finally drifted away. he was okay. he made it through without having to purge again, because matt had calmed him down. again. the thoughts were still in louis' mind, but he forced himself to push them away. he had already purged earlier, and he hadn't eaten anything since. there was no use to go again; he just had to keep telling himself that. he continued to lay there, quiet as a mouse, as his fingers lightly traced random shapes into the other male's spine and he waited for something else to happen. 

          "--get off of me, fatty." he's joking, obviously.

louis: i don't really want to talk right now