[WASH/”IT’S NOTHING” IS MY OTP
edit: this ones going behind a cut because holy fucking shit it got looooong]
his mother finds him when he’s trying to scrub the blood out of his favourite shirt.
“oh, david, honey.”
he startles, looking up to see her standing in the doorway. he angles his body to try and hide the worst of the marks, but despite the haze over her eyes he knows it’s pointless. “mom! you’re home… early.”
she pads over to him, and he looks back down into the sink to avoid seeing the sadness in her face. the water rinses pink as it swirls down the drain, and he tries not to flinch when he feels fingers ghost through the matted hair at his temple. “did you remember the hydrogen peroxide this time?”
“we’re all out. i used corn starch instead.”
she hums quietly, and if he forgets about the broken glass in the kitchen, and the lingering haze of the stims in his mother’s gaze, this could almost be something else. this could be david getting home after a fight at school, his mother disappointed but still warm and overbearing as any mother is. she could be sending him to his room and threatening to tell his father when he gets home from work and you’re grounded for a week young man!
but instead–
“i’ll talk to him when he gets home.”
david looks up and stares hard at his mother. looks at the circles under her eyes and imagines them as actual bruises. thinks about the blood in his teeth and feels his gut churn at the thought of her smiling in red. remembers his dad had scruffed his hair before he left for the airport, grinning and telling him to look after his mother, you’re the man of the house now davey.
instead he dredges up a smile–lips closed–and nudges her with his shouder. “don’t worry about it, mom. it’s nothing.”
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