misty eyes - tracob

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12 AM.

It's 12 AM by the time Troye finally gets back to his own dorm.

His roommate and best friend, Kit, is already asleep, a few strands of his black, curly hair falling into his face as he snores gently.

Troye sighs softly as he sets his canvas and the rest of his things on the floor, trying not to make too much noise, being that Kit is a light sleeper. 

The smell of the food that Kit had most likely made for dinner was still lingering in the air; he had probably waited for Troye to come back so they could eat together like they normally did, but judging by the fact that he was still fully dressed and simply laying atop the sheets, he probably had given up waiting.

It isn't right, Troye realizes, to keep doing this to Kit. Dinner was normally the only time of day they have where they can actually talk and spend some time together. But Troye has been finding excuses lately, so he can stay out extremely late and purposely miss eating.

But that's a story for another time.

Troye doesn't even bother changing out of his clothes before slipping into bed with Kit. He rarely sleeps in his own bed anymore.

Kits jumps, the dip of the bed as Troye layed down wakes him up,  but he smiles tiredly at Troye. He expects this by now.

Kit knows whenever Troye comes home with watery eyes, such as tonight, it hasn't been a good day. 

Or misty eyes, as Kit calls them.

Kit pushes back the hood on Troye's hoodie, sighing as he sees that Troye's curly hair is clinging to his forehead with sweat. "Love, you have to stop wearing these hoodies in the summer. You're going to get heatstroke or something," Kit says softly, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern for the small boy.

Troye quickly pulls his hood back up while he shakes his head. "I'll be fine. Can we just-open a window or something? It's hot in here."

Kit is probably the only person in the world who knows nearly everything about Troye. Not even Troye's boyfriend knows the things that Kit does.

So when Troye says he'll be fine, Kit knows he's lying, but he doesn't make a comment as he stand up, stretches, and goes over to the small dorm room window that's over top the bed, and opens it just a crack. 

"Better?" Kit whispers as he lays back down on the bed to see Troye wipe his eyes quickly before smiling nervously. "Y-yup, all good."

There's an awkward silence between the two for a bit, being that they both know each other too well. Both of them wants to make a comment, but both are waiting for the other person to go first. Kit wants to ask why Troye won't eat, and when he does he disappears to "use the loo", or why everyday he comes in late, his eyes filled with tears. Troye wants to ask why Kit hasn't gotten annoyed with him yet, why he hasn't stopped talking to him, or why he cares about Troye at all.

But all Kit whispers is, "What happened today, Tro? Something bad?"

Troye chuckles dryly as he starts to pick at his fingernails, yet another nervous habit of his. 

"You could say that."

"What happened?"

"Hunter keeps threatening me again and I keep letting him. That's all. Nothing too important," Troye mutters, hoping Kit will let the topic drop. 

He doesn't.

"He's not saying...he's going to tell his father again, is he?" Kit asks as gently as he can muster, the anger already starting to rise in his voice as he sits up on the bed.

Troye sits up also, so he can still hold onto Kit. He doesn't like it when people let go of him.

"Yes, he is. Please, I wanna get some sleep-can we talk about this in the morning?" Troye whines, and Kit just sighs. He knows that if Troye says "they'll talk about it in the morning" that means they won't talk about it at all.

But Kit obliges, laying back down a few minutes after, wrapping his arm tightly around Troye's side and pulling the blue eyed boy closer. 

A few minutes of silence pass, and just when Troye's finally calmed down and on the brink of falling asleep, Kit whispers,

"How come you've been conveniently missing dinner every night?"

Troye already starts to tug himself out of Kit's arms. They've had this conversation before, and each time Troye avoids it by walking away, telling Kit to shut up, or, best of all, fake crying. He knows Kit won't say any more if he cries.

"It hasn't been convenient," Troye states calmly, not facing Kit, his arms crossed over his chest. His voice is calm now, but it won't be for long.

"It sure seems like it. And when we finally do eat together, you eat a ton and then stay in the bathroom for the next hour. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on, Troye."

Troye successfully pulls himself out of Kit's arms, gently padding over to his own cold bed before laying down on it stiffly, his back still facing Kit.

"Goodnight, Kit," Troye says firmly, saying in his own way that the conversation's over.

Troye closes his eyes, expecting Kit to say goodnight back. When he doesn't, Troye's eyes shoot open, his blue eyes already wide with fear.

Was Kit mad at him? He automatically thinks. Did I just make Kit mad at me? Is that why he didn't say it back?

One of Troye's biggest fears is someone getting mad at him, so mad that they never talk to him again. It's happened before, it'll happen again.

If someone was to give Troye the silent treatment again, he'd probably die.

"Kit?" Troye whispers frantically, only to get no response once again.

"K-kitty?" Troye tries for the second time, using the childish nickname he'd made for Kit just to show that he wasn't mad.

"I'm not mad at you, Tiki, if that's what you're worried about," Kit mutters after a few moments, using the nickname he made for Troye just to prove that he really wasn't mad, either. He knows that Troye can get paranoid over things like that a lot.

"Can we cuddle again?" Troye requests softly.

Before Troye knows it, he's curled up with Kit again, trying to make himself go to sleep. But he just can't when he sees Kit pursing his lips in a worried way like that. He can't sleep when he knows he's the one who caused that worry.

"I love you?" Troye whispers, biting down on his lower lip. He doesn't want Kit to worry about something as meaningless as himself.

"I love you too, but I'm scared something's going to happen to you-"

"Nothing's going to happen to me. Goodnight, Kit," The younger of the two states firmly, the annoyed tone raising in his voice again.

Kit sighs in defeat.

"Goodnight, Troye. Sweet dreams."

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if any of you can figure out who kit is supposed to be, i'll give u a gold star