#mxchicant;ic

“tris, do you think i can ask you something?” the question had been just on the tip of his tongue since tristan had come back from his random... absence. he’d never brought it up, not really wanting to know but it’d just gotten too much for him. “it’s just.. something that’s been bothering me.”

“what would you say if i sold my kidney to pay for our eurpoe trip? i got strong kidneys.”

ASHTON: we get a bird

ASHTON: why did u do this to me

“if you keep eatin’ my snacks, i’m gonna fight you.”

“so, jar jar may have eaten your shoes this morning.”

he had to get clean. at this point, he had to. his weight was down to near deathly levels, face gaunt and ribs showing now. his cough was near constant now, the occasional suspicious phlegm coming up with it. he constantly felt like his body was shutting down, and it was horrifying. he was twenty one and he felt like he was dying a slow death. but drugs were a common thing in his and tristan’s relationship. the other had already left, what if ashton’s push to fix himself up pushed him away again? “tris, can we talk? it’s important.” why was he so scared to ask for help getting better?

{SMS;BABY BEAR} this isnt the best time for this pls{SMS;BABY BEAR} not that they arent appreciated