John tucked Gage into his bed, the blonde-headed boy sleeping soundly, grasping his plush toy tightly. John kissed the top of the boy's head before getting up. He turned and saw Felix, standing by the doorway.

They both stared at each other.

Felix lifted his arm and motioned towards the bedroom. John stared at him for a bit before he followed.

They both laid in bed together, not one touching the other before Felix softly placed his head on his shoulder. John tensed under his touch before relaxing. Felix frowned softly before speaking, "John? ... do you think we'll be okay?" John sighs quietly before bringing his hands up to his chest. "I think so" he replied quietly. Felix sighed softly.

"Is it selfish of me to think that I still have a chance with you?" He muttered to him softly. John grew silent before placing a hand in Felix's. "No" he spoke back. Felix immediately grasped John's hand in his.

"Is it selfish of me, to keep you here?" John asked. Felix slowly moved his head towards his chest. "No" he responded, snuggling into his chest. "Do you think you'll ever forgive me?" Felix's voice broke. He cringed a bit at himself for the raw emotion.

John grew silent again before running his hand through Felix's hair. "I don't know" Felix felt his eyes brim with tears. "But..." John continued, "I think I will. In my heart I still love you, I felt betrayed, but I could never let go of you. Even now, when you wanted to leave. I wanted you to stay." John felt tears soak into his shirt. He could feel Felix start to shake the more he held onto him. "Is-" Felix cleared his throat. "Is it selfish... of me.. to ask you.. to forgive me?" John smiled sadly, "a little"

The two basked in the dark moonlight. Both holding into the other as they listened to the groaning outside, the soft chatter of other guests in the house and the buzzing of the electricity on the chain link fence.

Before either of them fell asleep, John spoke softly, "But... I guess I'm selfish too" and they both went into restful slumber.

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Max got up from his mattress on the floor, or rather he sat up, took in his surroundings before laying back down, searching for his bed mate. He grunted finding no one in bed beside him, "Jerrrrry" he grumbled out before fully sitting up and started rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He jumped when he heard horrible retching coming from one of the rooms. He tossed his blankets off, grabbing his knife from underneath his pillow and got up. Fully alert now, he made his way towards the sound. "Jerry?" He asked, wondering if his partner was nearby before discerning that the noise was coming from the bathroom.

He grabbed the handle and twisted it, his knife sticking close to his side. Slowly turning the knob and opening the door. The familiar raven-hair, coming into his view. "Jerry!" Max exclaimed, throwing open the door, only to be met with a sickly vomiting sound. Jerry wiped his mouth as he once again flushed the toilet.

He turned his head towards Max, eyes tired and face sweaty. "W-what?" He stuttered softly. Max knelt beside him and started rubbing his back. "Are you okay?" He asked. "What's going on?" Jerry grunted, leaning his entire weight against him. "I think I got sick" he muttered softly, feeling his eyes grow heavy. Max felt his forehead and frowned. "You don't feel hot. What did you eat?" Jerry shrugged, feeling tired. "Exactly what you ate" he muttered. Max thought for a bit before getting up, Jerry protesting softly before Max reached down and picked him up.

Jerry softly smiled before laying his head back down on his chest and falling asleep. Max kissed his forehead before heading back towards the living room and placed him gently on the mattress. Jerry sighed softy before snuggling into the blankets.

Max watched him sleep for a bit before he started biting his nails. 'Why is he suddenly puking? What's going on? He isn't getting a fever. Did he eat something bad? But then I should be puking too. But I know he has a strong stomach, so why-' he shook his head. His thoughts were everywhere in his head and growing more worried wasn't getting him answers.

He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Hey! You're awake before me?" Faz questioned him, teasingly. "Usually I wake up first!" He gives him a grin. Max sighs in relief before pushing Faz down. "Hey!" Faz rubs his head before growling at him. "Dummy. I'm only awake because I got worried for Jerry" Max tells him. "I heard a horrible loud noise and decided to check. Turns out it was Jerry puking. Who knows how long he's been puking, but he fell asleep instantly when I was by his side" Faz tilted his head.

"That's concerning" he looked at the sleeping figure. "He doesn't look sick" Max nodded. "That's what I said and he was fine yesterday too" Faz hummed in acknowledgment before looking sheepishly at Max. "Don't take this the wrong way, but..." Max tore his eyes away from Jerry and looked at Faz. "Did you check him for bites?" Instant terror made it's way into Max's eyes. He turned back towards Jerry and started checking everywhere on his body. Faz winced a bit at how panicked Max was, he checked around his neck, he checked up his sleeves, his legs, his stomach- which has gotten unnoticeably bigger- before Max sighed in relief and sat back. "He's clean. The only bites I see are my love bites." Faz nodded. "That's good, but that still doesn't explain the vomiting" Max grunted and turned away from him. "Let's just eat breakfast. Where's your stupid lover boy?" Faz huffed and crossed his arms. "He's not stupid! And he went out to find food!" Admiration oozed from his voice, "Like the good provider that he is!" Max groaned before laying down beside his sleeping partners form. "Wake me when he comes back"

Faz huffed before getting up, "Fiiine" and grabbed a book to occupy his attention.