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‘Alex, you really should eat something...’
Alex glances up from the spot he’s sat in, slumped against the bunker wall, eyeing Hank suspiciously. The older boy fidgets nervously beneath his stare, free hand coming up to push his glasses awkwardly back up his nose. A moment later he thrusts a plate towards Alex, reiterating his point with actions instead. There’s a sandwich sitting on it, nothing exciting, but it’s food and Alex would be lying if he said he wasn’t hungry.
‘Go away, Hank,’ he mutters, ignoring the protests of his rumbling stomach regardless. ‘I’m fine.’
‘But Charles insisted I--’
‘I SAID GO AWAY!’
Alex still hasn’t been able to get used to the constant company people are throwing upon him. He doesn’t want it and they refuse to understand, Hank especially for some reason. They may be the same, kin, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be bugged every second of the day.
It takes him several minutes to realise that Hank hasn’t moved and craning his head over in the other boy’s direction, he narrows his eyes. ‘You’re still here,’ he says and it comes out like a challenge. ‘Can’t you take a hint, bo--?’ He doesn’t finish, but sees the hurt in Hank’s eyes anyway. ‘I’m sorry - I didn’t--’
It’s no good, the damage has been done.
Hank leaves this time, but not before placing the plate down on the floor with a soft clunk, still insistent that Alex doesn’t starve himself.
He manages to hold back for all of five seconds before pouncing on the plate, wolfing the sandwich down greedily. It’s only when he’s finished his third mouthful and glanced back up, brushing the crumbs from his clothes, that he notices movement out of the corner of his eye.
Apparently Hank didn’t leave after all.
‘I can see you,’ Alex announces, taking another eager bite of the sandwich in his hand.
A sheepish looking Hank appears around the door a moment later, stammering some kind of ridiculous apology. He’s bright red, flustered and his glasses have slipped down his nose again, his earlier efforts a complete waste of time. ‘Wanted to make sure you were--’
‘I’m fine, Hank, I told you that,’ insists Alex, his features softening a little.
‘You have been spending an awful lot of time down here alone,’ Hank continues, oblivious. ‘I understand that you wanted to be on your own while you were in prison-’ (he stumbles over the word, embarrassed for even bringing it up) ‘-but people care about you here. You’re with friends. Even if you don’t treat some of us like it sometimes.’
Alex tries not to react to the backhand comment, although his gaze shifts and he suddenly finds himself unable to finish his snack. He’d never once meant it spitefully.
‘We’d like to see you upstairs for dinner today if you--’
‘I’ll be there.’ He doesn’t need to be told twice.
Hanks smiles, a little wider than Alex anticipated. ‘Great! That’s - yes!’ The reply is awkward, but in a good way. ‘Seven then, as usual.’
When he turns to go, Alex finds himself scrambling to his feet, and catching hold of the other boy’s arm before he reaches the door. He’s met with a questioning stare and incredibly blue eyes and, for a moment, he finds himself rendered speechless. Hank prompts him by yanking his arm from Alex’s vicelike grip.
‘Thank you,’ Alex says.
Hank blinks, confused. ‘Thank you?’ he repeats.
‘For caring...’
‘Oh.’ He’s still confused, but there’s a hint of something else behind those eyes. ‘You’re welcome.’
This time Alex lets him go and when he slips back down to the ground, his back resting against the hard cement, there’s a smile on his face.
Maybe this time he’s not the only one.
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this was great and so hopeful heeee
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Thank you! :D
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AWWWWW!!!
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