Fuck why’d he leave?

I can’t handle stuff with physical touch when it comes to Heath.

I stare at him. He doesn’t look comfortable anymore. I can’t tell if he’s even awake or not.

I don’t know why Baz is always calling him cute and sweet. He’s pudgy and smallish, not something I would call cute. Not to mention how dirty he is most of the time, he fucking wreaks.

I don’t get it. I mean, I’m way cleaner than him. What does he see in Heath? I actually try... This kid doesn’t do shit and Baz is all over him.

Ugh.

I get up and off the bed. I stretch and take a deep breath.

“Where’s Seb?” A voice from behind me.

I turn to look at Heath.

“He’s out there,” I gesture to the door.

Heath looks down. “Oh..”

I get over to my dresser and grab out a shirt, “I guess I can send him in if you want.”

I look over at him. He’s shaking his head, “You haven’t told him anything about what I said to you..”

He looks me dead in the eyes, “Have you?”

I step back, remembering all the shit this kid has been through, “No, I haven’t said anything, he doesn’t even know we talked while he wasn’t around.”

“Okay,” He lays back down.

I pull my dirty shirt off and put on the clean one then I walk out of the room, no way I’m watching him sleep.