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He walked into the living room just as Sean was dumping his backpack out on the floor. He must be finally cleaning it out. Daniel's old backpack was actually in the closet filled with his things. When he went to move it, Sean yelled at him to leave it. It stayed where it was in the corner of the closet and two years later it's still sitting there. Sean's going to have a tough time with that one most likely. He wonders if he should stay or leave him alone, Sean was sometimes sensitive about that time in his life.
"Cleanin' out the bag?"
"Y-yeah." He did use it everyday but must have just been ignoring the stuff at the bottom. While they were out, Sean recently got pricked by something down there when he tried to dig out change, must have happened one too many times.
There was a crazy amount of things on the floor. Probably the stuff he collected randomly on the road back then. He decided to sit next to him and watch. Sean picked out all the trash and tossed it to one side and seemed to keep some regular things in another pile. It kind of all looked like random nature and garbage to him.
Sean breaks the silence and talks about some of it, surprisingly. He chuckled and showed him a guitar pick, looking at it fondly. It belonged to Cass. She dropped it in that Christmas market they met at and he picked it up. Cass let him keep it. She would. It makes him a little jealous that there was nothing like that for them. There were some little figurines, a random gold earing, a pretty stone, and even some animal skulls- he used to put them on his backpack. There was something odd amongst the junk and it didn't go into the garbage pile right away.
"Did Daniel find this one or somethin'?" He reached over and picked it up. It was a pointed stick. Just a regular ass stick. Daniel used to pick up nature sometimes. He never said anything to Sean because Daniel told him he was going to be mad again. He chuckled and looked up to Sean who was beet red. He snatched the stick out of his hand and put it down behind him. "Woah, s-sorry." His hands go up in defense.
"It's nothing." Sean continued to sort but it was quiet now.
What's up with the stick? He stood up, leaving him to it. "Gonna go make lunch." Sean just nodded and didn't even make eye contact with him.
As he finished up, Sean had finished sorting and threw the trash out and got the broom to sweep. Then he left to find a something to place that other stuff in. He peeked over to the pile that sat on the coffee table and the mysterious stick wasn't thrown out surprisingly. It really must be something of Daniel's since he's so protective over it. Sean returned and placed the stuff in a shoebox, including that stick.
"You gonna send that stuff to Dan?"
"No, this is my stuff." He said plainly.
"All of that?"
"Yeah."
"..Even the stick?" He sighed.
"Yeah." He seems sad. Sean finishes up and leaves. He waits but he doesn't come back to eat.
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"Sweetie, I wrapped your lunch up." He was laying down before he had to go to work later tonight and probably sulking a little bit. "Eat before you leave, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"'M sorry."
"You didn't do anything. I guess I'm embarrassed you saw that.." Sean turned over to finally look at him. His cheeks were still pretty red.
"How come?" He sat down on the edge of the bed. Sean sighed and seemed to mull over something.
"It's- ugh. Nevermind, it's stupid. It kinda hurts you don't-" Sean rubbed his face in frustration. He nods. So, it wasn't Daniel at all. It had something to do with him? He closes his eyes and thinks for a bit.
"Ah." There are so many Sean memories he keeps in his heart, it does hurt that he forgot that for a moment and he understands his frustration. Sean kept that? He probably would have given him the shirt off his back if he had asked him for it. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm not grossed out or nothin'. Like I ain't drink outta that mug you used behind your back." He did it constantly under the guise of he didn't care what he drank out of but he did care. He cared Sean recently had his lips on it.
Sean stopped and stared at him, he finally cracks a smile but his cheeks get darker. "Okay, that's gross."
"It really was." He runs his fingers through his hair. At least he can get spit openly now. He leans down and kisses him.
"Anything else?"
Sharing food, joints and beer cans wasn't him being nice either. He was doing just about anything to share germs with Sean back then. He watched him sleep sometimes and thought about stealing that art he had hung up in his tent. Definitely held on to him a little too long on purpose too. Sean had a funny smell he couldn't get enough of. It actually makes him cringe how crazy he was. Sean just drew him a few times and picked up a stick. He looked down at him and he stared back up at him waiting for an answer. Sean doesn't need to know any of that.
"Nah.." He smiles. Sean rolled his eye and turned over making him laugh.