Secrets and Truths

Testing, Testing

"Alright 'Ford, I'ma head over to Doc's place.." Deimos sighed. He seemed really unsure about this.

"You'll be alright, Dei. I promise." Sanford offered the smaller a smile and a hug. "Do you want me to walk you there?"

"Nah, nah, it's alright." Deimos wrapped his arms around the taller's neck.

"You sure?" Sanford insisted, leaning down slightly to kiss the other.

"Positive." He chuckled, pulling away. "Prolly gonna head back to my place after, so, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay." Sanford pulled the other in for another kiss. "See you tomorrow then, love ya."

"Heh.. Love ya too, Sanny." Deimos walked out the front door, closing it behind him.

He paused for a moment just outside and took a deep breath, reflecting on the past day with a smile on his face.

"It's gonna be alright." He told himself as he started walking down the driveway.

Deimos reached into his pockets, searching for his cigarettes but eventually letting his hands rest empty upon remembering his current task. It was tempting, it really was. But he couldn't.

He wasn't gonna crack just yet; the challenge had barely even begun.

Instead, he tilted his head down, trying to bite at the strings of his hoodie.

He managed to secure one of them between his teeth after about a minute. A content hum left his mouth as he started to chew on it to distract himself.

Soon enough, he was at Doc's front door. It cracked open just as Deimos was gonna knock. Hank was standing there, silently staring down at the humorously small male.

"Hey Hank-" Deimos started, albeit intimidated.

"In." Hank grunted, stepping aside and beckoning the smaller to enter.

"Eheh, sure thing-" He quickly walked inside as Hank shut the door. They began heading to Doc's room; Deimos followed suit.

Doc spun around in his chair as the door was opened, his scowl quickly shifting to a smile.

"Ah, I hadn't realized the time. Afternoon, Deimos."

"Hey Doc." Deimos started, glancing up at Hank as they stood there in the doorway. Doc slid across the room in his chair, grabbing a stool and returning to his desk. He set the stool down.

"Sit." He made a gesture with his hand. Deimos wasted no time in following his orders. Hank, on the other hand, meandered their way over to the bed and sat on it, their legs crossed as they watched in a hunched position. It was unnerving, to say the least. Deimos opened his mouth to speak before Doc interjected.

"I've compiled a list of things for you to try instead of slowly dying. I want you to test them and get back to me with the results over time. For now, though, you do understand why Sanford wants you to quit, yes?"

"Yeah, 'cause it's bad and like you said I'm slowly dying. Don't need to tell me twice." Deimos snickered.

"Then why do you smoke?" Doc crossed one leg over the other.

"Because-" The shorter paused for a brief moment. "It helps alleviate stress and shit."

"What's there to be stressed over?"

"Well when you've been pining over someone for so long with a fear of them hating you had they found out, you'd be pretty stressed too."

Doc's eyes narrowed under his red glasses. "But you're with him now, you have nothing to worry about regarding that. Why didn't you quit when you became official?" He pressed.