Bearclaw Valley you got melted to butter

Just a boy - that was all most of them were, anyway, wasn't it? All Merrick was - the father-to-be, a child having children. Evien couldn't imagine. His eyes burned momentarily and he squeezed them shut, shaking his head to rid himself of those emotions. That was his problem, he thought - letting his heart get in the way of his head. 

But he couldn't help himself.

"Do you want to know me?" he asked then, and feels selfish for it - how dare he even think about himself right now, when he'd fucked up so monumentally the other day? If you don't trust me, then get out.

Nervous arms wrapped around his stomach - he'd not even thought about food in days, but it was more difficult to ignore when he was moving around, expending energy that needed calories to sustain it. But he couldn't touch the stuff when he felt like this, imagining poisons that caused vomiting and stomach upset and left him shaking and dirty on the ground, unable to take care of himself. But was he truly taking care of himself now?

Green eyes fell to the floor and he shrugged his shoulders. He was embarrassed, to be caught not caring for his own body and in the aftermath of his and Merrick's fight. "It's been working pretty well so far," he rasped, refusing to make eye contact with the other boy at the admittance.