Dissaproval

Brooklyn squeezed his hand gently, then opening the door to his room and walking in.

Fergal was happy to see Adrian wasn't in.

Brooklyn closed the door behind them.

Fergal put his bag down.

Brooklyn went to the side, putting his pencil case and sketchbook away.

Fergal fidgeted nervously.

Brooklyn turned back to face him, holding his hand out to him, indicating for Fergal to come over to him.

Fergal did so, a little nervous.

Brooklyn took his hand, gently pulling him into a hug.

Fergal hugged him back.

Brooklyn gently kissed his forehead.

Fergal smiled.

"You feeling a bit happier?"

Fergal nodded. "Yes, of course."

Brooklyn smiled and nodded, stroking Fergal's cheek.

Fergal pressed closer.

"Did anyone say anything to you directly?" Brooklyn asked softly.

Fergal looked away. "Maybe..."

"Will you tell me?" Brooklyn asked softly.

"No!"

Hurt went through Brooklyn, but it didn't show. He gave a nod, holding Fergal closer, "Okay."

"I...they said some really mean things...I'm not comfortable repeating them..."

Brooklyn nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Fergal pouted before pulling Brooklyn into a kiss.

Brooklyn kissed him back.