Stale Bread
Pavitr woke up with a distinct throbbing in his arm, grumbling to himself. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing with horror that the very comfortable object he was sleeping on was Hobie. How the fuck did he let that happen? He very quickly climbed out of the bed, praying that the punk wouldn’t wake up. Pavitr was in an empty room, besides the mattress and what was hopefully a bathroom.
He hesitantly opened the bathroom door, and was pleasantly surprised to find toothbrushes and towels waiting for him. Taking a minute to look in the mirror, he found nothing but sunken eyes and a visible cut on his bottom lip. Brushing his teeth was more than painful, and Pavitr had no other clothes besides his spidey suit.
Pavitr decided he needed to find breakfast immediately. That ache just wouldn’t go away. He vaguely remembered Denzel mentioning it too. Grabbing the room keys, he quickly glanced at Hobie who appeared sound asleep, and thought maybe he should leave a note.
“Hey Hobie. Thanks for last night, I'm going to grab some bandages and food. Brb.”
Pavitr stared at the note for a second, internally cringing. He sighed, it was fine. He just needed to get on with it. There weren’t a lot of people out this early, most of them looked as bad as he did. He eventually found the kitchen, a couple boxes of cream cheese and stale bread were out for grabs. Pavitr grabbed like five, he hadn’t gotten anything to eat and stress eating was probably his number one coping mechanism. He still had no idea what he was gonna do about basically breaking down in front of Hobie last night.
Pavitr wandered around, procrastinating before actually going back to their room. He reached a place that vaguely resembled the living room. Denzel was knocked out on one of the couches, almost fully laying on top of another guy. Now that Pavitr was actually conscious, he realized Denzel had a strange amount of heart-shaped bows, covered by his dark hair. He kept that in the back of his mind, while very slowly making his way back to the room. Hopefully, Hobie was a heavy sleeper and he wouldn’t have to deal with explaining everything just yet.
He should’ve known his luck was shittier than that. Pavitr unlocked the door, walking directly into the punk.
“Sorry mate. Saw your note and wanted to grab some food too.” Hobie said, suddenly very interested in the wall next to them.
“Oh. I uh brought enough for both of us. Sorry there weren’t many options.” he stumbled through his words, walking in and laying everything on the floor next to the mattress. God this sucked.
Hobie took off his vest, sitting down on the ground next to him. “How’s the arm?” Hobie couldn’t get a good read on him right now. Pavitr looked a little shaken at best. Which was concerning from a realistic standpoint.
Pavitr had completely forgotten about the arm. It was hurting incessantly, and movement caused an immense strain.
“I’m better. I’ll be fine from now on.” he gave a tight smile. Hobie strongly doubted that. They’d figure it out eventually, right..
“We should find Denzel.” Hobie replied, ignoring that last comment.
Pavitr nodded in between bites. Hobie still hadn’t said anything about last night and if he was lucky, it would stay like that. He just had to put this act on for a little longer, until the night hit again and he was alone to battle his own thoughts.