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Grian's body didn't want to listen to him today.
His limbs felt heavy, his feet weren't stepping where he wanted them to. He kept tripping over himself.
His head was cloudy, but he didn't want to be regressed. He so badly wanted to be big, especially since Taurtis was gone. However, his brain seemed to be out to get him, making him regress at the most inconvenient times.
His brain seemed to be out to get him as well, making him unable to speak, no matter how badly he wanted to. His brain was quiet, as was he.
He wanted to be with Sam, for some reason.
Sam had gotten better over time. For a while, Sam rejected anything to do with Grian's regression, outright bullying him. He slowly got nicer, but it took a while. Sam was hard for Grian to figure out.
It seemed like he had good intentions at times, like when he gave Grian a teether, but he would always disguise it, saying something mean every time he did something nice.
He shifted from foot to foot, contemplating it for a moment.
However much he was scared of Sam, his need to be held overtook it.
He walked around the couch, looking at Sam.
Sam looked up, raising an eyebrow.
Grian hesitated for a moment, wringing his hands.
"I'm not going to yell at you." Sam was blunt with it. It was as if he could read Grian's mind, knowing he was scared of the other rejecting him.
Grian shook his hands out, flapping them in frustration.
"What's wrong?"
Grian shook his head quickly, making himself dizzy and stumbling a bit.
"No? Grian, I don't know what that means." Sam sounded like he was getting annoyed, which only made Grian panic more.
He was already on edge because Taurtis wasn't home, then he was nonverbal, his brain wouldn't listen to him or let him think clearly, and now Sam was going to be mad at him.
He just wanted to be held. Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he shook his hands.
He was frustrated, but couldn't even tell Sam what he wanted.
Without thinking, Grian stepped forward, sitting himself on Sam's lap, leaning into the other.
Sam's eyes were wide in shock, but he didn't push Grian away.
This was surprising, but Grian was grateful for it, curling up into a ball. He pressed his ear against Sam's chest, listening for his heartbeat.
He sighed softly when he heard it, the rhythmic thumping was calming to him.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He knew Grian was a very touchy person, especially when regressed, but he never came near Sam.
Grian sitting in his lap was a big jump from the boy who was scared to even hold Sam's hand when crossing the street.
He chalked it up to Grian being in a weird mood. Maybe he'd say something to Taurtis when he got home. Though, maybe not. It depended on whether or not he remembered, and whether or not he cared.
He found himself rubbing Grian's back, making small circles. It was soothing, Grian liked the touch.
Grian was close to falling asleep when Taurtis called out, announcing his return.
Grian sat up, eyes wide. He looked at Sam, pointing over to the door.
"Go say hi." Sam spoke softly, though he wasn't too entirely sure why.
Grian clambered off of Sam's lap, running to the door and practically throwing himself into Taurtis's arms.
Taurtis picked him up with only a slight struggle, carrying him back to the couch.
He sat down next to Sam, with Grian on his lap.
Grian pulled Taurtis's shirt, trying to get his attention. Taurtis looked down, raising an eyebrow.
"What's up, Gri?"
Grian pointed to Sam, smiling.
Taurtis was looking expectantly at Sam.
Sam scowled, not wanting to tell Taurtis what happened.
Though, he knew he'd be pressured until he did, so he spoke. "Grian just… came over and sat in my lap."
Taurtis raised an eyebrow. "And you let him?"
Sam's face was dusted a light pink as he turned away, avoiding Taurtis's eyes. "He was panicking. I'd rather deal with him on my lap than deal with him crying."
Taurtis just hummed, patting Grian lightly.
"Just… shut up, dude."
"I didn't even say anything."