Scars on my heart part 9
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If he were perfectly honest when he had first learnt about Nino’s depression he had thought he would be friendly but keep himself distant not wanting to date him as the memories of his mother came quick and fresh to his mind. He had Jun to think about his son knew that he was gay and that one day he would get two step-fathers but he didn’t want to expose him to that. Of course, the more he spoke to Nino the more he liked him and the more that he wanted him to be a part of his life. He loved him, he was sure of that, even if he had only ever met him once.
Making his way into his bathroom he quickly splashed his face with water and then brought up his toothbrush and coated it in paste. As he was still only half asleep he ended up smearing more than a little on his cheek. Audibly groaning he tried again this time managing to find his teeth. He sat on the toilet as he brushed looking at the tiles shaped like starfish. He last decorated the room when Jun had been six and had never saw a reason to change it, now however he was sure that it could do with a little bit of sprucing up.
He scratched at the back of his neck with his freehand and then groaned again deciding that he would start making the tiles when he had finished his show. It was the one part of being of an artist that he hated. He hated forcing himself to interact with people who spent most of the night harshly judging his work. He painted and drew for himself, that he was good enough at it that they sold well was just an inconvenience, all be it one that paid the bills, and he didn’t care what anyone else thought of it. He let out a sigh and finished with his teeth. Washing his face with more cold water he decided to have a shower before getting into the hot tub.
Switching on the water he waited for it to grow warm by checking his phone. There were two messages from Jun reminding him that he had to both sleep and eat and he smiled sending back a simple message telling him that he was the parent before looking at the messages that he had shared with Nino. There were a lot of them, they had spent the last 17 months talking back and forth and he kept them all. It had taken a while to come out but he liked Nino’s somewhat bratty sense of humour and the way he viewed the world.
Through the written word Nino was a confident and engaging person. Most night they could talk for hours only stopping when the sun came up. He had worried about Nino’s medication when he had found out and Nino had admitted that he had requested a different kind which allowed him to stay awake but didn’t work as well for him. Satoshi had immediately told him that his health was more important than them speaking and Nino had almost shyly admitted that he preferred talking to him than taking his pills. He had been touched but had insisted that he do what was best for him. Reluctantly he had agreed and their conversations had been shortened but were no less interesting.
Nino would tell him of his dreams, weird as they were with the medicine, and sometimes Satoshi would paint the strange ones onto canvases that he would only show Nino when he could. His friend, Jun’s mother, had realised that he was in love and had been happy for him but had urged him to be careful. She knew how his mother had been and the way that she had died and he had agreed that he would. He had researched the subject online and had even asked his doctor for information, something that had led to a tense conversation, and he had been given information for carers. He still didn’t fully understand everything that went on inside Nino’s mind but it gave him a better understanding. He hadn’t told Nino the lengths that he had gone to, he didn’t want to frighten him off, but he had done his best to be understanding rather than judgemental be he had been firm when he needed to be. He chuckled to himself at a joke Nino had made some time ago and then decided that the water would be hot enough by now.
Stepping the warm water of the shower he closed his eyes and leaned against the tiles which were already wet with condensation and though about last night. Nino had been cuter in real life than he had been in his photos but he had noticed that he had barely looked at him all even. Satoshi would find him casting small barely noticeable looks in his direction when he thought he could get away with it and even that had been cute. Sighing he soaped himself up with one hand and leaned his forehead on the other.
Nino had told him a little of how his attacks started though not everything. Somethings were left hidden away from prying eyes. Satoshi didn’t push for information knowing from his own mother that pushing would only make people take a step back but he really wanted to know what coping methods he had so he could help him. He had been lucky with Wish upon a star as he had sung it to Jun when he was a youngster. He would have to ask, he decided with a nod that nobody could see but first he wanted his hot tub.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay…Sorry for the delay, I had a break down on Friday that wasn’t pleasant >.<
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Date: 2017-10-17 01:24 am (UTC)*hugs* feel better..
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Date: 2017-10-17 11:49 am (UTC)Are you OK? Wish I could take your pain away. Hope your babies are cuddling you right now. Take care....love Ya! Sending you cheerful hugs!😊