09-06-2018, 05:21 AM
Larry could not attest to what Aryin did and did not do, but the officer insisted that maybe there was something there with Larry that allowed him.
“And why’s that,” he asked, but Larry never got his answer. Aryin bolted inside of his own apartment. Larry followed suit, closing the door behind him and locking it. If nothing more, he was just checking in on him. Once again, Aryin was vomiting. As he glanced around, asides from the cold air, the place looked rather depressing. Did Aryin feel THAT kind of a way about him? While he appreciated the thought, Larry could not exactly say he felt that way in the fullest. He certainly could not have kids with Aryin, for sure. Still, he cared, no matter how hard he tried not to act like it.
“Let’s get you back in bed,” he insisted and with action. Aryin was hefted into his arms. Aryin was heavy, but Larry was a lifter. He did not need to know the map of the room to know that at the end of every hallway was a bedroom. He eased Aryin down, sighing a little as he ran a hand across for forehead.
“You’re in luck,” he stated, reaching inside of his bag that was now mostly empty save for a bottle of a dark liquid. “Ginger Tea. Was a bit swamped this morning. It should help with the nausea you’re having.”
They both exchanged slob and other things before. Larry had no issues with him drinking from his bottle now. Just like now, he had no issues taking care of him as well. A hand was casually massaging Aryin’s foot a little.
“And why’s that,” he asked, but Larry never got his answer. Aryin bolted inside of his own apartment. Larry followed suit, closing the door behind him and locking it. If nothing more, he was just checking in on him. Once again, Aryin was vomiting. As he glanced around, asides from the cold air, the place looked rather depressing. Did Aryin feel THAT kind of a way about him? While he appreciated the thought, Larry could not exactly say he felt that way in the fullest. He certainly could not have kids with Aryin, for sure. Still, he cared, no matter how hard he tried not to act like it.
“Let’s get you back in bed,” he insisted and with action. Aryin was hefted into his arms. Aryin was heavy, but Larry was a lifter. He did not need to know the map of the room to know that at the end of every hallway was a bedroom. He eased Aryin down, sighing a little as he ran a hand across for forehead.
“You’re in luck,” he stated, reaching inside of his bag that was now mostly empty save for a bottle of a dark liquid. “Ginger Tea. Was a bit swamped this morning. It should help with the nausea you’re having.”
They both exchanged slob and other things before. Larry had no issues with him drinking from his bottle now. Just like now, he had no issues taking care of him as well. A hand was casually massaging Aryin’s foot a little.