Jimmy let out a little grunt as he stretched, his joints popping. He opened his eyes, immediately realizing that he wasn't in his own bed. He was in Gavin's. The owner of the bed, however, wasn't there. 

"Gavin?" 

Normally Jimmy would get up but he was feeling pretty drowsy. His limbs were heavy, as were his eyelids. He was quite relieved when he heard foot steps. Gavin soon peeked in from the hallway. He looked really rough. His face was pale, and his hair was hanging loosely in his face. Needless to say, it was strange to see him in such a state.

"You finally decided to wake up, hm?"

"What do you mean finally? When did you wake up?"

"A few hours ago, I think. I'm not feeling too great." Gavin sighed. Jimmy frowned.

"Why?" 

"Because I drank too much yesterday. I'm hung over." 

"... hung over? That's like feeling sick, right?" Jimmy asked. Gavin nodded.

"Pretty much. Anyways, I was actually just about to come get you. What do you want for breakfast?" 

Jimmy thought for a moment. 

"I want pancakes... please." he purred. Gavin seemed surprised that he used the magic word.

"Alright. Just come out when you feel like it, I guess." 

The older man left, and Jimmy rolled over, burying his face in the pillow once more. It smelled heavily of cigarettes and mint, which honestly wasn't bad. Jimmy actually liked it a lot, but only because it reminded him of one of the coolest people he knew. After a while he forced himself to get up, shuffling to his own room. He changed into some fresh clothes, putting on his favorite hoodie. Jimmy was about to join Gavin in the kitchen when he noticed his knife on the floor. He leaned down, picking it up for the first time in at least a week. He could see his face in its blood stained blade. Jimmy honestly hated how he looked. His face was thin and his eyes were iridescent. It was no wonder why people were scared of him. He stared at the knife for a while, remembering all the things he had done. All the lives he had taken away. As disgusting as it was, it actually made him feel quite powerful. Although Jimmy knew it wasn't a good idea, he put the knife in his pocket. He made his way out to the kitchen, trying to hide the weapon as best he could. Jimmy stood next to Gavin, watching him cook. The Brit was actually pretty skilled. 

"Can I try?" Jimmy questioned. 

"Try what? To cook a pancake?" 

"Yeah." 

"... sure. I'll tell you when to flip it, ok?" 

"Ok!"

Jimmy let out an excited giggle, switching places with Gavin. He stared at the hot pan, watching as the taller man poured some of the batter in. It sizzled loudly. Tiny bubbles soon appeared on the surface, and the edges turned gold. 

"Flip it now." Gavin ordered. Jimmy nervously did as he was told, the food immediately becoming deformed. He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Oh man... it looks all gross now." Jimmy huffed. Gavin took a sip from his mug before giving him a gentle pat on the back. 

"It doesn't look gross."

"But it's not as pretty as the ones you make." 

Much to his surprise, Gavin laughed.

"I'm glad you think they're pretty. I'll eat this one, ok?" 

Jimmy was delighted. 

"Aww thanks Gav!"

He gave Gavin a big hug, causing his face to grow red. His friend stiffly hugged him back. 

"You're welcome, now go eat your food. I'll meet you over there in a minute."

"Ok."

Jimmy did as he was told, sitting on the couch with his breakfast. He gasped when his knife jabbed him in the hip. He adjusted the object, horrified when he saw a bit of red begin to seep through his clothes. Jimmy set his plate down, taking a quick glace in Gavin's direction before running to the bathroom. He closed the door, staring at the blood. It was hypnotizing. He had no idea how long he had been standing there before he heard a knock on the door. 

"Are you ok in there?" Gavin asked. Jimmy felt his heart skip a beat.

"... I'm fine."

He heard the Brit let out a frustrated huff. 

"No you aren't, Casket. I can tell by your voice. Let me in." he growled. The concern in his voice was obvious. After a moment or so he decided to let his the older man in. Gavin immediately began to scan his body, noticing the blood almost instantly. He saw the knife soon after, his face filled with horror. 

"It's not what it looks like, I swear!" 

Without a word Gavin grabbed his knife, throwing it to some unseen place before closing the door behind him. He pulled out a rag and a few other supplies, quietly tending to his wound. Gavin's hands were shaky, and not just because he felt ill. Jimmy knew exactly what his friend was thinking. After a while the taller man finally spoke.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"No. It was an accident." 

"Do you promise?"

"I promise, Gav."

"Good. ... god, you're so damn reckless sometimes, you know that?! Just-... next time you get hurt just tell me. Please." 

"I will. I'm sorry I scared you." Jimmy whispered. Gavin sighed, pulling away.

"It's fine. Go eat your breakfast." he muttered. Jimmy just nodded, deciding not to argue. He felt awful. The look on Gavin's face was heart wrenching. His friend eventually joined him in the living room. Silence filled the room and continued to do so for a long while. He had really messed up this time.