birds of a feather
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Thread Topic: birds of a feather
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“Uh,” Evan paused, still staring at his computer. “I don’t know, honestly.”
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"Do you wanna talk about it?" Connor asked cautiously, rubbing Evan's knee with his thumb.
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“Uh,” Evan paused, taking his shaky hand up and rubbing the back of his neck. “I- I’d don’t know if I can. They told me not to-“ he cut himself off, pressing his lips together and mentally slapping himself.
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Connor frowned, gently grabbing Evan's hand and pulling it off his face. "Baby, who are you talking about?" He asked softly, gently squeezing his hand.
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Evan swallowed, glancing down at his lap. “I- I don’t know?” He said hesitantly. “I’ve been getting anonymous notes- and-“ he cut himself off, inhaling shakily.
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"What kind of notes?" Connor asked carefully, wrapping an arm around Evan's shoulder and holding him close. "What's going on, babe??"
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“I think they’re like, threats?” Evan said weakly. “Well- I know they are. They’re telling me to kill myself becauss, y’know, I’m gay,” he chuckled quietly, leaning forward slightly.
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Connor froze for a moment, wrapping his arms around Evan. "f---, Ev, why- why didn't you tell me sooner??" He asked shakily, hugging him close. "God, people are such a--holes- We need to tell Jensen, maybe- maybe she can fix this-"
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“No! No- f---, Connor, they said they’re gonna come find me if I tell anyone,” he said weakly, wrapping his arms around Connor’s neck. “You can’t tell anyone, please-“
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"But-" Connor exhaled, hugging Evan close. "But I- I can't stand to see you in this situation," he murmured, rubbing his back.
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“No- but, I’m scared,” Evan whispered, gripping Connor’s shirt. “They- they said they would kill me.”
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Connor tightened his hold on Evan, kissing the top of his head. "I won't let that happen, baby," he murmured, an anger rising in his voice. "I won't let anyone hurt you, okay??"
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“Okay,” Evan said quietly, moving his arms around Connor’s waist and hiding his face in his neck.
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Connor rubbed Evan's back, trying to keep a calm, level head. But that was pretty hard to do, especially since he knew the love of his life was probably in danger.
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Evan took a shaky breath. “Connor- they’re all from like- different number and different handwriting. All of them.”
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