LAPSE [DUSTIN]

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

Stressed. That was one word to describe Caleb as he sat in the office, talking to the woman that had found him. Caleb's blood sugar had dropped to an almost un-Godly level, since he hadn't eaten in a while, and what he did eat, he would just throw right back up. So, when she found the boy, almost unconscious, she brought him to the office to try and make him eat something. He was feeling sick, since his body rejected food most of the time, but remained clam, even though his fear of people was flaring up, bit he knew to get away from this woman, he was going to have to be calm and not act like a total whack job, which was a difficult task for Caleb, believe me. "Okay, Caleb, sweetie, will you go straight to your dorm and take a nap for me?" She asked. "Oui." was the only remark the French boy said. Mentally slapping himself, he was reminded that he wasn't in his beautiful France anymore.... he was in hell. "I-i-i mean y-yes." the terrified boy muttered out. "Okay, you can leave now. But if your sugar gets that low again, you need to tell someone, okay?"

Caleb nodded, grabbed his bag, and walked out of the room, knowing good and well where he was going, and trust me, it wasn't his dorm.

Before he ever got to where he was going to go, he put his back to the wall and slowly slid down, putting his head in his hands, he tried to get a hold of himself. He was so broken. The marks on his wrist reminded him of it every day. He just wanted to get out and be free. He wanted to feel alive again. For a few moments, it was nothing but quiet, until his phone started vibrating. He looked at the screen to see who was calling. It was his brother, Brandon, who he decided to ignore. It wasn't like Caleb even wanted to talk to the prick. He was probably wanting to make Caleb's sorry existence worse. But Caleb could only get away with being so mean to him. Brandon had black mail on Caleb. He knew Caleb was gay, because of the fact that he hacked into his journal, which was a total invasion of privacy. And if he was mean to Brandon, he would tell his parents, and Caleb really, really, really didn't want that.

Cause then everyone would just be pissed at him.

He stood up, knowing where he had to go. Shoving his hands in his pocket, he walked to the bathroom door, holding his breath, he peeked in to see if anyone was there. When he was sure no one was in there, he walked into, keeping his arms wrapped around his underweight torso. Walking into the stall, he didn't even give time to lock the door before he dropped his bag and purged himself. It was never fun, but it made him feel so much better. It was something in his life he could control. Being bulimic was something no one could tell about him, being he was only slightly underweight and no one ever caught him doing it, except for his parents, which was the reason he was sent here Besides his fear of people and suicidal tendencies.

But that was besides the point.

When he was finished, he flushed the toilet, slid down the stall wall again, and wrapped his arms around himself, shaking and trying his best not to start crying. The unspilled tears threatened to topple over, and eventually, then won. Caleb's stupid diabetes monitor went off, telling him that his blood sugar was below seventy again. He ignored it and tried to get a hold of himself. This was going to be a long time. He hadn't cried in a while and all his emotions that he was holding up came flying out. Joy.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Open!
Notes: Have fun!

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

Dustin was humming a song as he took the cap off of his black marker, writing a smiley face on the cardboard square. He already had one saying "Hi :)" but he had left it back at his dorm. So, he had to create a new sign with a smiley. Maybe it'd cheer someone up. He put the cardboard pieces in his backpack and then stood up, stretching. He was in the mood for a nap. And food. So, he headed into the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't all that great. He was hoping to at least find some decent food. Finding some good bread and unopened peanut butter, he took out four pieces of bread.

With a knife he pasted the peanut butter onto the bread, then lightly sprinkling sugar on it. Folding all four pieces of bread in half, he placed them in a plastic baggy. He already had blueberry Propel water in his backpack so he set the peanut sandwiches in the front pocket of his backpack right by the water. He decided to go to the bathroom and just simply sit in there to eat his sandwiches, figuring he'd probably feel bad afterward and want to puke it up. But, there had to be a distraction. Stopping in the hall, he finally stopped humming, staring at the boy peeking into the bathroom.

Dustin watched him from around the corner go in, now going over to the door. He listened inside the bathroom for a moment only to hear the puking sounds. He could definitely tell someone was puking in there. Since he himself was one to want privacy in that kind of situation, he waited until it stopped. Then he figured, why not check up on the person?

Entering the bathroom, he as quietly as possible began to check the first stall until he saw a persons figure on the ground of another. Dustin quietly went to the stall next to the persons and kept his door unlocked, but closed. Sitting on the floor, he noticed the slight beeping. But, not knowing what it was, he just slowly and quietly unzipped his backpack. He was sure he was noticed by now but that didn't stop him. Taking the smile sign out of his backpack, he slid it under the stall border, sliding it over to this other guys side. Setting his backpack in front of him as he sat crisscrossed, he played with the threaded bracelets on his wrist.

His plan was to keep quiet until at least the first sign was noticed. Dustin thought it'd be nice to at least give him a smile to start off. The way the boy looked to him wasn't something of a good mood when he first saw him in the hall so why not a smile?

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

Of course. Just fucking great. Someone came in to disturb Caleb's peace. And while that probably wasn't their intention, that's how Caleb saw it. With his arms wrapped even tighter around his torso, he hoped the boy didn't notice him, but seeing as he was in the stall next to him, it was pretty hard not to see or notice him. Great. Near panic attack time. Caleb's shaking started as he bit his lip, trying not to draw attention to himself.

If there was one thing Caleb hated, it was having attention drawn to him. He noticed the piece of card board and he couldn't help but smile, a bit curious as to who sent him the note, so he peeked below the stall, knowing that the boy saw him, he quickly retreated and stood up in the stall, feeling a tad bit light headed. He shut his monitor off, making the annoying beeping noise stop.

He walked right outside of the stall and over to the sink, hoping the other kid wouldn't decide to walk near him.

Caleb walked to the sink and rinsed his mouth out. Something he really hadn't gotten the chance to do. But after puking, he normally did that just because the taste was so bad. Clutching his bag closer to him, it was one of his security blankets. Dumb things like that made his feel safe and he had no idea why.

He was so much more scared here. It's not like he was having the shit beat out of him anymore, but he didn't know the surroundings that well. He didn't have any friends at this school, either. It wasn't like he had friends back in France, but it was so much more calming this the states. It was a culture shock. Even the small things, liking people putting ice in their drinks. In France, they just drank everything hot.

He slowly slid down the wall again, feeling horrible. His blood sugar was probably dropping, on top of him just puking. He just didn't feel all that great.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: :3

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

He smiled when the guy peeked under. It was cute. No, adorable. Whoever this was seemed shy and Dustin, being outgoing, seemed to like that about him. After the guy got up Dustin reached for his sign back, then putting it back in the backpack. Now what he needed to do was get a closer look at him. He wanted to get a closer look at him, just to see who he was dealing with at the moment.

He slowly got up, swinging the backpack over his right shoulder. Slowly and quietly opening his stall door, he smiled again as he watched him. He could tell something was wrong but he couldn't tell what. All he knew was that he should take his own advice for once. And his advice was a simple as, no matter what, greet the guy.

The proof that the guy had been puking was when he watched him wash out his mouth. Whether he was sick or supposedly overweight, he didn't know. Now remembering the aftertaste, he pulled out a pack of gum. Two pieces left, which meant he'd need more. Leaving the stall, he took one step in his direction, lightly throwing the rest pack on front of him. He figured it'd be a nice gesture and maybe he'd be able to get him to eat something a little bit later as well. But he figured that in order for that to occur, he'd need to earn a bit of trust from him.

Going over to the mirror, he grabbed the black marker out from the backpacks side pocket. Taking off the cap he drew a smiley face on the mirror, then closing the marker up and facing the guy. Starting to hum the same gentle song from earlier, he carefully set his backpack down and sat down beside it, which happened to be right across from the person. Stopping the humming, he cleared his throat and the smile faded with more of a curious look. He wanted to help the poor teen. Slowly, now sitting crisscrossed again, he rolled up the sleeves of his blue and purple plaid shirt. Then, he just as slowly reached over to the guy, attempting to lightly feel his cheek.

Dustin wasn't sure how the stranger would react to another stranger so he didn't touch his cheek quite yet. Instead, he waited for some type of sign or approval, or even some type of curiosity. He just wanted something to know that he could simple and innocently touch him, to feel how warm the guy was. Fevers were never good and if it wasn't a fever, he wanted to help the guy out with what ever was wrong. Dustin tried his best to show no sign that he'd harm him or anything along the lines of that.

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

Caleb blinked and jumped back like a scared rabbit when the pack of gum was thrown to him. Looking down, he grabbed a pack and started chewing the piece of gum. "M-merci..." was all Caleb could get out, not remembering the English word for thank you. It sucked not knowing a language fully and being thrown into the culture. His foster parents hadn't told him anything about it prior to packing his things and sending him off on a plane to a strange country. hell, he didn't even know where he was until he got the guts to ask someone. Great parents, huh?

Well, at least he was away from his abusive brother.

He was slowly picking up the new language. He had been taught some, but Caleb was a smart kid. He could pick up some from listening to people. Snapping back to reality, he watched as he boy drew a smiley face on the mirror, making Caleb study it in pure curiosity, as if it was a fine piece of art. Caleb was curious as to how someone could be so happy in this place. Oh well, he guessed every one in this place wasn't such a constant downer like him.

But all he needed was someone to help him out of the rut he was in.

But for him to accept the help was a whole different thing.

As the boy reached out to touch him, Caleb jumped back and whimpered like a child. Physical touch was not something he was found of, unless it was someone close to him, such as his best friend back in France. Caleb could be a cuddle bug if he wanted to, but it's not something that most people would guess about him while watching the black haired boy's shy behavior.

That stemmed from his parents and brother.

Caleb's foster dad didn't really like Caleb wand liked to yell at the boy who hated loud noises. It stressed him out. Almost as much as balloons did. Yes. Balloons. Caleb had a massive fear of balloons from a childhood experience. And Caleb's brother took all of his stress out on the small boy. Caleb was so glad to be away from him so he didn't get hurt any more than he already was.

Caleb nervously scratched the marks on his wrist, which was a nervous habit.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Sooo cute xD

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

French. Wasn't that French? Maybe. Dustin would hardly know. It's not like he ever actually paid attention in classes besides art and English. But, it was really cute. The way he acted. Maybe not a good thing, but it was surely adorable. he couldn't recall anyone acting as shy as him but it was good to meet someone of a new personality. The guy was definitely the opposite of his brother. Oh, how Dustin missed his brother! He didn't have someone to take care of him anymore. And he hardly talked to his brother these days. Maybe, if he'd remember, he'd call his brother Anthony later.

He watched him jump back, now quickly putting his hands in front of his chest, fingers spread out. He was attempting to show him again that he was harmless by making the motion of "calm down." He felt a bit bad, feeling like he was trying to force the guy to accept him. He had to take this in a different manor apparently. But how? How was it that he could get the guy to trust him? Or maybe he couldn't. And maybe trying to make a new friend and help the guy out would be a bad thing. Would that make him a bad person?

But he was so cute. Not only in looks but his actions. He couldn't resist the urge to at least slightly comfort him. Going in his backpack, he pulled out a blank cardboard square. Taking the marker, he wrote:

I'm Dustin. What's your name, Mr. John Doe?

Holding up the sign to face the guy, he realized it was upside down and he flipped it around, muttering "Oops," as he held his teeth together in a tad bit of a nervous grin. Then, setting the cardboard down in front of the John Doe, he pulled out the one with a smile again, drawing a circle around the smiley face. Then, flipping the cardboard over, he drew a circle around the same size and drew a peace sign with a few flowers attached to it. All was neatly drawn and very cartoon like but, artistically and properly done. He then held the peace sign side in front of his own chest, moving his head a bit to flip a bit of his hair out of his way. Hopefully the sign thing would help him smile a bit? Show more to the John Doe that he promised not to hurt him? He wouldn't want to frighten him again.

He then noticed the marks on the John Doe's wrists, now smile fading as he stared at them. Curving his lips in some as he pressed them down together, he decided it'd be best to focus on the more important situation right now. So, eyes brightening up in their own special way, he smiled yet again. It was a hobby of his, smiling. He loved to do it and never wanted to stop. And making others happy. That was another hobby.

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

When the other boy made a calm down motion, Caleb widened his eyes, shaking a little bit more. "Oui, d'accord." He said, remembering that everyone didn't know French like him. "I m-mean... o-okay." He stuttered out, looking at the boy but not being able to make eye contact. It was rare for him to make eye contact, even to someone that he knew for a while, it just seemed.... awkward for him. And even if he did meet someone's eyes, it freaked him out.

He was getting better, though.

He watched as the boy drew something on the cardboard. He was beginning the question if the boy was mute or something. He once had a mute friend when he lived in foster care. He was one of the coolest kids ever. "I'm Dustin. What's your name, Mr. John Doe?" Caleb blinked, looking up at the kid, who was quite cute, though Caleb wouldn't admit that to anyone. he was in the closet as well as in denial.

"I-i'm Caleb."

He said, his French accent lacing his words. He hoped his accent would thin out soon enough. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but he was trying and that was all that mattered, hm? Well, that's what Caleb thought, though he wasn't that smart, with anything but logic and school, which sometimes was a bad thing.

When he drew that peace sign, Caleb smirked, looking down to his peace sign necklace.

Caleb was a complete and total hippie and pacifist. He hated violence, it scared him. That made his abuse so much worse. It made him sick that he was related to a monster like his brother, but he tired to love him, it was just hard. Caleb gave a smile and nodded.

Maybe this kid wouldn't hurt him.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Kinda sucky. sorry!

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

Dustin was all about eye contact. He found it very respectful. He liked to show people that he was listening and that he cared. So, he looked him in the eyes with that same smile. But, he couldn't help but notice Caleb's smirk. Which sent a slight blush to Dustin's face. At this point, he wasn't too sure if he had ever met someone as cute as him. Not female wise, never male wise. And even though he was bisexual, and quite open about it, he leaned more towards guys. It was something he'd admit just as well.

"Caleb," he said in a very calm, sweet voice. "Hi. I'm pleased to meet you. If you don't like my first name, feel free to call me Sky," he added, tilting his head slightly, eyes giving off a comfortable gleam around Caleb.

He put the sign down and reached out to him, just for a general handshake. Maybe he could at least get that type of contact since the original gesture planned hadn't worked? Unless he was even too shy for that. Then he'd be out of ideas. But it was just an innocent handshake. He really hoped he'd at least accept that. The boy still looked a bit frail and he figured that if he accepted the handshake he'd maybe accept a bit of his help. Remembering the food again, he was once again hoping he could feed him as well. It was always fun to eat with other people! Which was now another goal in this first interaction.

"And nice necklace," he mentioned, motioning towards his wrist that was extended toward Caleb. On his wrist were multiple bracelets made of ropes or threads or other materials. Several of them had a silver peace sign intertwined. Maybe all of the peace signs would win the boy over.

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Notes: Nah, this post is sucky. I love all of yours so far! :3

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

"Hi. I'm pleased to meet you. If you don't like my first name, feel free to call me Sky,"

The kid seemed sweet, but Caleb learned that he couldn't trust someone that easy. He learned that with living in so many foster homes growing up. You would get close to them, and all the sudden, here comes a new baby, or money issues, or something and Caleb would be back at the shelter. And his newest family, he thought they were pretty cool, but he was wrong. All he wanted to move out. He didn't know where he would go, but even if it meant sleeping on a park bench every night, he just wanted out.

Still nervously scratching the marks, he realized that he was scratching hard enough to draw blood.

Hissing in pain at the stinging, he quickly covered it with his other hand, washing it off in the sink and dropping his hand by his side. He really needed to stop doing that, just like his mother said. The marks would never heal if he kept scratching it and drawing blood like he always did. He didn't mean to, but when he got nervous, he did strange things, unlike most people.

Caleb blinked when the guy motioned for a hand shake.

Caleb didn't like physical contact from people he didn't know, but it wouldn't hurt, would it? He shook the other boy's hand, quite proud of himself, despite the fact that he was still shaking like a scared chihuahua. He really needed to get over that if he was planning on functioning in the real world like a normal person, which his parents doubted he could do, so of course, he had to show them wrong.

It was just who Caleb was.

"And nice necklace," Caleb slightly smiled, looking at the bracelets. So the kid liked peace signs, too? That was awesome, as long as he was a kid who really liked peace and not just wore it because it was the style now. Caleb never really followed a style, he wore what he felt comfortable in.... although, Caleb never really felt comfortable.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Aw :D

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

He shook his hand, now extremely happy. Letting go, he looked away for a moment, wrapping his arms around himself. He was happy as he clutched the sides of his shirt. He had gotten him to shake his hand. One step down, several more to go. Now it was time for step two, food. He grabbed his bag, unzipping the front pocket. He took out the blueberry flavored Propel water, holding it up.

"Wanta try it?" he asked, as innocently as ever. He hadn't drank out of it yet so the cap remained unopened. He wasn't sure how he'd be on sharing drinks with others so he figured he'd just give him the bottle if he didn't want to share. If he even accepted it, that is. "Blueberry flavored with 10 grams of sugar," he mentioned, now holding it out to him. Dustin was strongly hoping he'd accept it. He personally would since his bulimia sometimes caused him dehydration. Not like it was poisoned either. How could he even poison it?

Putting his free hand through his hair, he slightly grinned with hope that he'd say yes. Shaking his hair out a bit, his eyes drifted downward.What was it that his eyes followed? He stared for a moment, only realizing scabs had seemed to have been peeled on Caleb's wrist. But how much damage did it do?

Then he noticed the blood. And didn't like it. In fact, he didn't like it so much so that he acted on impulse. He dropped the water bottle, quickly going into a stall and grabbing some toilet paper, and just as quickly returned. Without thinking, he grabbed Caleb's hand, pressing down a bit on his wrist. He now knew what he had rinsed his hands again. He didn't press down too hard. Instead, like everything else he did, it was gentle. And the thought that this was probably a bad move for a person like Caleb only came after this process had already started.

He never liked blood. Whenever his bulimia got bad enough to puke up blood, he always felt uncomfortable. But he dealt with blood like everything else. Staying calm. To see others bleed upset him. He never enjoyed seeing others hurt.

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

"Wanta try it? - - -Blueberry flavored with 10 grams of sugar," Caleb shook his head. He really didn't feel all that great and he was pretty sure that anything would upset his stomach. He was at the point where he had been bulimic for so long, that his body liked to reject food, so, most of the time, if he didn't make himself puke, it was just an automatic thing. He really hoped he could get over it, but he was going too need some help, something of which he didn't have right now. He didn't have his parents support or any friends here. His only friends were half way across the world, back in France.

He missed it more and more each day.

Whenever the boy sprung into action, Caleb just blinked. He really wanted to move away but he really felt calm around this kid. Well, as calm as the little French boy could be. He really hoped that the kid wouldn't notice what the marks were from. No one knew about hiss little suicide attempts. His family only knew about the social problems, bulimia and drug addiction, which he had been clean for two weeks....

But was almost at the breaking point.

He whimpered at the physical contact, but stayed still, only blinking at Dustin and shaking a little bit, but not like he used to. He was being much more calm and collected, and he didn't know why. The dude just didn't put off bad vibes. Caleb was normally good at telling weather people were good or bad, but he never went with his gut feeling.

He was just always scared.

He knew he was being really awkward and silent, so he was thinking about attempting to speak.... But through his stuttering and bad English and strong accent, he was sure if the kid would be able to understand him, but it was worth a shot, right? He took a deep breath and collected himself.

"Uh..."

Was all he managed to get out, before chickening out of talking. Yeah, Caleb was screwed up, but who wasn't here? "Uh.. So.... w-w-why do you come h-here?" He asked, knowing his English was terribly off, but he didn't know exactly how to say it, being he was basically teaching himself English.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Caleb is lame xD

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

He noticed him shaking and paused, now feeling bad. He pressed the napkin down a bit harder and then put his other hand over it. Giving Caleb a sincere look, he then took the tissue off, crumbling it inside of his hand. Looking him in the eyes again, he weakly smiled. "Sorry," he apologized, now gripping the tissue tightly no matter the amount of blood that could have been on it. And like normal, he regretted doing that.

Sure, he could be outgoing in those little ways. But that didn't mean he never regretted things. If he hadn't went and done that, he would have regretted it. All options go in different directions. And on each arrow his name was signed with regret. Good or bad, that's simply how he was. Always needing to regret something. Yeah, it got annoying to him often. But he couldn't help it. That's simply how he was. And whichever he'd regret more or less never seemed to make a difference to where that arrow pointed.

Why he comes here? As in, to the asylum? He could hear the thick accent in his voice. It was cute. And he didn't mind having to listen more closely to someone that usual. He was never ashamed about why he came here. It was his brothers request that he wouldn't deny. Brother always knew best. Brother was his best friend.

"My brother, Anthony, sent me here. It's a boring story you wouldn't want to hear but I was diagnosed with bulimia...and he's hoping that maybe they can cure my nightmare disorder," he stated, voice dropping as he continued on. It soon came to a whisper as his eyes drifted off to the corner of the room, mind zoning out as he spoke. "I can't remember the last time I had a pleasant dream..asleep or awake.." The awake part was implying reality. And reality loved to have him dreaming.

As he became silent, he wouldn't yet ask him why he was there. Not quite yet. He had already started to think about his undiagnosed problem of depersonalization. He only supposedly existed and that's supposedly what they called his supposed existence.

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

"Sorry," Caleb nodded at the boys apology. He seemed rather outgoing, something Caleb wished he could be. He wished he had the ability to just go out and make friends, but he was painfully shy. He would even go a step further and say he was scared, which was the truth. The smallest thing could send the boy into a panic attack, which was not a good thing when you were in a place full of whackos. Of course, Caleb really couldn't say anything about them. Being he was one of them, but he wouldn't ever admit that.

The boy liked to pretend he was sane.

Which anyone walking down the street could tell that something was up with Caleb. Something a little off in the boys personality. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he held himself, and looked around at his surroundings like they were about to jump out and eat him. He just seemed off.

"My brother, Anthony, sent me here. It's a boring story you wouldn't want to hear but I was diagnosed with bulimia...and he's hoping that maybe they can cure my nightmare disorder," Caleb tilted his head. Dustin was one of those rare males with bulimia. It wasn't a good thing at all, but Caleb felt like he could relate to the boy now. Like they were both in the same boat.

"I can't remember the last time I had a pleasant dream..asleep or awake.."

Caleb tilted his head. "S-sounds like you have a g-good brother, then." Caleb only wished his brother cared enough to even know something was wrong with him, but he payed no attention to the boy. Even Caleb's friends caught onto the fact that he was bulimic, and his brother, who lived with him 24/7 didn't even notice.

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Outfit: Here
Music: none
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Kinda short. Sorry -____-

[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

A bright smile lit his face when Caleb made the comment on his brother. He loved and missed his brother dearly. He would do anything to go and see him. Literally, anything. Even if it meant trying his best to cure himself. But the doubt lingering in his mind told him he probably wouldn't be able to do that alone. He raised both arms into the air to stretch and then looked back at Caleb.

"I do. He's the best," Dustin replied, now acting on impulse again. Usually he thought more about his actions but with things on his mind, impulse was the only route. And now Dustin had to ask the question. He went to grab both of Caleb's hands, just as gently as he had done anything else. He wasn't sure if his curiosity was bad or not right now but Caleb had just asked him the same question. It would be okay, right?

"If I may ask," he started, not even realizing he had went to grab both of Caleb's hands, even though he knew clearly Caleb wasn't one for physical contact. Dustin just happened to not mind it one bit and in fact would rather be as close to someone as possible. He hadn't cuddled or anything like that yet in this asylum but he hadn't much outside of this place either. He was always too concerned with his artistic abilities.

Now with only a second to pass by, "Why is it you're here?" he questioned. It wasn't the best subject he could bring up with just anyone. There were too many reactions from different people. He was a bit afraid of how Caleb would act but he wanted to know. So, looking him straight in the eyes, he waited for a response.

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

"I do. He's the best,"

Well, at least someone had siblings who loved him. The only member of Caleb's family that he really loved was his mother, and sometimes, he doubted that even she could love someone as screwed up as Caleb. Now, this sounds like a paranoid behavior, but she showed Caleb how un important he was by letting her husband scream at him and fuss at him whenever he was mad and knowing good and well what all Brandon did to him on a daily basis. So yes. She knew that Caleb had a reason to be screwed up. But she didn't want to deal with it herself.

That's why he was here.

When the boy grabbed Caleb's hands, Caleb looked up with curious eyes. Physical touch was not something that was smiled upon by Caleb, but this kid didn't seem half bad and it almost seemed like he wanted to help Caleb. Help wasn't something a lot of people offered, just because Caleb seemed too far gone, and it didn't help that Caleb thought the same thing, so he gave up on trying to get better.

"If I may ask,"

Oh lord. Caleb knew the question was coming sooner or later. Why was he here? What was he supposed to tell the kid. 'I'm suicidal, bulimic, addicted to drugs, oh yeah, and I have a fear of all homosapians.' yeah. not happening. Caleb would have to find some other way. Something that wouldn't drive him away thinking that Caleb was a complete loser. Because the kid seemed really coo, and between you and Caleb, Caleb thought he was super cute.

"Why is it you're here?"

Caleb sighed. "parce que..." He mentally smacked himself, remembering that not everyone around him knew his native language. "Uh, I-i-i mean... Because. Parents wanted to not deal with me..." He mumbled. "Because I tried to... uh... kill myself.... and I got just a little bit a-a-adicted to...things that was....n't?... good. And I started not to eat...." he said, looking down to his shoes.

"I think mostly m-mom wanted to get me away from brother." He said, quietly, not really sure if the boy could even hear him.

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Outfit: Here
Music: Downfall of us all A day to remember xD
Tagged: Skyy!
Notes: Caleb needs English lessons xD