#tyrellwxllick

“Nothing man..Just think there’s better shit than alcohol you know?” He’d never really been a drinker himself, he’d avoided college parties when he could. Too many people crowded into one space meant too many people could potentially touch him. Besides no one really did the kind of drugs he was looking for. That’d come after college, not so innocent experimentation leading to the slippery slide of addiction. He’d kicked it...Sort of, he needed to be focused now more than ever. Didn’t mean he couldn’t lend a helping hand. “If you want something better..I’ve got stuff at my place.”

Living in the city, you got used to noise. It was a constant, but in the Wellick house, well insulated walls kept out a lot of noise, isolating the sound of the blender, making it echo, his jaw immediately clenching. It was odd to see Tyrell so out of his normal environment and playing homemaker. “Uh…sure, I guess.” His appetite was off, but go too long without eating something (it had been what, probably 2 days now since he last ate?) and your mind turned to mush. Elliot couldn’t afford to let that happen.

Where was he? His swimming vision wasn’t helping. It was all he could do to stay on his feet. Sense returned slowly, his face ached, his nose felt stuffy and full of blood, his mouth bruised and swollen. What the fuck happened? It took him a moment to realise just who he was clutching at, his eyes finally focusing on what he was clinging to. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Tyrell...He manages to stagger back, letting his legs give way as his back hits the wall. It’s easier to just sink down and try to process everything.

“I’m not going shopping.”

“Um…Edging.”

“Once, it was good…Kinda awkward though. I don’t think adding anyone else would make things better. Probably make it even more awkward.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I wouldn’t ask her to do it again. Not if she didn’t wanna.”

“It’s kinda personal y’know?”

“Yeah.” The world wasn’t going to save itself and whatever Tyrell wanted him to do could wait. He’d start with one line of code at a time or at least he would when he knew exactly what he had to do. Until then he was messing around with Tyrell’s desktop background.