It's still the best thing he ever did, S thinks, going up to J that day. The bandaid he offered probably didn't even do that much, all things considered, and it definitely didn't deter those schoolyard bullies from picking more fights later. Everything started there, though. Had it not been that day, it might have been another, with a different ice breaker than his meager childhood first aid, but he's still grateful for what was, and for the fact that J gave him a chance at all. S couldn't have blamed him if he never felt comfortable enough doing so, given how the other students — and teachers, for that matter — treated him. For his part, though, he thinks he knew, even back then. Maybe not where they would wind up, or what word to put on what he felt, but something still felt right, pieces slotting into place, something in him recognizing something in J.
He's said it before, or at least thought it before, that from then on, it was the two of them against the world, a battle he was more than willing to take on. While he tended to get along well enough with the other kids in their class, reasonably liked if never sought after, he knows he would never have been friends with any of them, not really, not like he became with J. Even if that was all they were to each other, it would have been worth it. Instead, he found the love of his life. The mess they've been picking up the pieces of here doesn't lessen the weight of that at all.
Bittersweet though some of it may be, with thoughts of how much he misses the simplicity of those earlier days still rattling around his head, it's still a nice thing to think back on, making his answering nod come more easily. "I'm okay," he says, and mostly means it, though there's still a slight question in his voice. "I'm... a little overwhelmed, I think. And tired. And —" At this, he makes a face, vaguely petulant. "Fuck, I feel so stupid. But I'm okay." Sitting like this helps, having J's arms around him, the soft, warm brush of fingertips against his skin. He feels much calmer than he did a little while ago, at least, and that's a huge step in itself.
"I like you every way that you are, too," he adds, turning his head into J just enough to nudge J's chest with his nose. To him, it seems like a perfectly obvious statement, something that simply stands to reason. It bears repeating, though, something it certainly can't hurt for J to hear again. "And I'm glad I gave you a bandaid that day."
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He's said it before, or at least thought it before, that from then on, it was the two of them against the world, a battle he was more than willing to take on. While he tended to get along well enough with the other kids in their class, reasonably liked if never sought after, he knows he would never have been friends with any of them, not really, not like he became with J. Even if that was all they were to each other, it would have been worth it. Instead, he found the love of his life. The mess they've been picking up the pieces of here doesn't lessen the weight of that at all.
Bittersweet though some of it may be, with thoughts of how much he misses the simplicity of those earlier days still rattling around his head, it's still a nice thing to think back on, making his answering nod come more easily. "I'm okay," he says, and mostly means it, though there's still a slight question in his voice. "I'm... a little overwhelmed, I think. And tired. And —" At this, he makes a face, vaguely petulant. "Fuck, I feel so stupid. But I'm okay." Sitting like this helps, having J's arms around him, the soft, warm brush of fingertips against his skin. He feels much calmer than he did a little while ago, at least, and that's a huge step in itself.
"I like you every way that you are, too," he adds, turning his head into J just enough to nudge J's chest with his nose. To him, it seems like a perfectly obvious statement, something that simply stands to reason. It bears repeating, though, something it certainly can't hurt for J to hear again. "And I'm glad I gave you a bandaid that day."