「 @lxstfights | sharing a bed starters | accepting 」

         hesitation slows eager jaw muscles near to a halt, gaze flickering towards izzie & immediately back to the banana muffin in hand. one of THREE! it would be easy to pretend that he receives steady meals made by steady parents with steady jobs. (his father comes home and kisses his mother on ruby red lips. she grins like she’s in on a secret no one else is privy to. he and his siblings grumble at the pda. they are happy.) it would be easier to pretend that izzie was merely teasing him because he’s a growing boy whose appetite is bigger than his ego. (slow down there, champ! do wrestlers really need to eat that much? don’t you ever get full?) it would be easiest to pretend that amusement danced along the curves of her cadence in place of concern. (cupid’s bow lips curve, poppy pink and plush. she leans forward on the counter idly. he cracks a comment about how she eats more than he does, and she whacks him on an arm free of bruises. he doesn’t fight back the urge to wince.)

         but nothing about his life is easy, easier, or easiest. mouthful of food is swallowed down, down, down, hidden away in a stomach empty. he could throw on a lopsided grin and lie, but she would see right through that. forced candor about sensitive subjects is the only downfall to letting her in. alex is careful not to appear quite as ravenous when he breaks another piece off and pops it in his mouth.  ❛ few days ago, ❜  he says offhandedly, as if it’s normal, as if it happens all the time. everything he stole went to the rest of his family & that left little for him. remind him to thank his dad for spending all of the disability check on smack this month.  ❛ think i can take some of these back for the kids? ❜