((I didn't go to the store))

Tavros remained silent. He was broken, plain and simple. The tears soon ran out, and he just stared like a zombie at the ceiling.

((-casually dies-))

Equius moved over to mess with Tavros' hair. "Now, calm down Tav. He's just a boy. You'll be ok. You have other friends." He tried to comfort him.

"Take me to my hive." Was the only reply Tavros gave, without emotion, and monotone.

Equius cringed and did as he was told, taking the brown blood to his hive. "I...I'm sorry..." He left quickly.

Gamzee went down to his kitchen and started to throw away bottles and bottles of soda, promising himself never to drink the shit again. He finished and ran upstairs and threw all his make up out, skidding to the floor and sobbing out.

After Equius left, he sat up in his bed and went to his laptop and sent a message to Gamzee's Trollian handle.

adiosToreador [AT] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]

AT: gAMZEE,,, i'VE LOST YOU ANYWAYS,,, i,,, i'M SO SORRY GAMZEE,,, bUT,,, i STILL FEEL FLUSHED FOR YOU, eVEN IF YOU GO SOBER,,, i MAY AS WELL BE DEAD WITHOUT YOU,,,

His chest tightened as he sent the message, but he went away from the computer and back to his bed to lay down and stare at the ceilling. Not even Tinkerbull nuzzling his arm swayed him.

He wiped all the remaining make up from his face before ripping all of his clothes, grabbing something else from his closet. Something he hadn't known was still here. It was one of Dave Strider's shirts. They'd been hanging out for a short time, and Dave had left his clothes. He pulled on the broken record shirt and a pair of Dave's jeans. He tried combing his hair down, swishing it like some sort of emo kid. This was his idea of how to fix things. He'd just change himself. He saw his computer lighting up when he entered his room. He clicked the screen hesitantly, then read the message. He broke into sobs again.

[TC]: Tavros, I'm sorry for what's happened. You should forget about me. Move on. You'll find someone better. I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough..

When his trollian went off he quickly pulled out his TrollPad, frowned when he saw that Gamzee had even dropped his quirk, and responded without his.

[AT]: Gamzee. I don't want to forget about you. It was an honest mistake what happened... You are good enough for me... Please don't leave me...

He shook his head, glad no one could see him. He felt his heart twist in a painful way. He really wanted to just give in, but he couldn't risk hurting Tavros again.

[TC]: I'm sorry Tavros. I can't stay.

TerminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling adiosToreador [at]

Tavros looked at the screen before setting his TrollPod down. He went to stand up then looked at his legs. The only reason he had even agreed to getting them was so he and Gamzee could do more than just sit around. This thought brought about a new round of tears, these gut wrenching and painful. He stood, ignoring his lusus and went outside to the cliff that he had his accident that destroyed his walking capabilities and just sat there.

Gamzee went out, not caring that he got funny looks. He had tears running all down his face still, but he managed to keep them back some. He shopped for clothes, finding things that looked tamer, more humane. He ignored other people, determining that he was not fit to speak to others. He got the clothes, then went back home, not bothering with food. He went down to the beach and stared into the water, sitting just close enough for it to lap at the edges of the jeans he had on. He thought of what he'd lost and how he'd never have anything that could make him happy again.

"Would it even kill me..." He asked to himself as he looked over the edge. If it was high enough to cripple him, maybe once more would kill him. "Maybe if I fell right, my legs would kill me..." He stood and moved closer to the edge, looking down at the ground below him. The pain in his chest hadn't let up at all, and the ground had been looking all the more tempting.

The pruple blood felt complete disappear, unable to see his reasoning behind even going on. He couldn't possibly kill himself. How could he? He was to afraid of what would happen if he did. He stood and made his way towards the hive, but his legs kept going. He ended up walking to the middle of no where, lost and cold and a bit weak. It started to rain as if things weren't bad enough. He thought about Tavros, wishing he could have him back. He shuddered as the cold chilled him to the bone, clothes soaked through. He just kept walking though, not really realizing that he was headed towards Tavros' hive.

Tavros just stood there as it began to rain, it doing little to make him move from his spot. He wanted to just step off. Why couldn't he just do it and end all of this pain? "Just let me die!" He yelled out to no one and collapsed to his knees, burying his face in his hands.

Gamzee could just barely hear a voice over the pounding of the rain, but not who it was or what they said. The water from the sky obstructed his vision as he made his way to the voice. He tripped, sprawling forward. A cracking sound came to his ears and suddenly pain ripped through his head. He wailed loudly, one of his long, candy corn colored horns snapped. The other one was cracked slightly, ready to come off if it was so much as touched. He shrieked loudly, purple blood running down his forehead.

Tavros' head turned to the pained shrieks. Something compelled him to stand and go toward it, and saw Gamzee with blood running down his head. "G-gamzee!" Tavros ran over. "O-oh no!!" He was hesitant on what to do. All he knew is he had to help his friend. He pulled off the unbuttoned shirt that he wore over his symbolled shirt and pressed it down to try to stop the bleeding on Gamzee's head.

The Capricorn reached out and grabbed the broken off piece of his horn, eyes widening. His shrieking increased in volume. He reached up to his head, feeling around and realizing it was truly missing. He tried to stand up, the unbalanced weight bringing him back down. He ended up flailing for a few minutes before passing out.

Tavros sighed and got his wheelchair out of his deck and lifted Gamzee into it. He's not going to lie, it was pretty hard, but he managed. He pushed the unconscious highblood to his hive and took him to his room to lay him on his bed. He did his best to treat the wounds to Gamzee's head, even as far as gently wrapping the horn Gamzee still had. When he finished, he set a bottle of faygo from his supply on the bedside table and sat beside the bed, resting one hand over Gamzee's and his forehead against the bed. "I'm so sorry Gamzee..."

Gamzee woke feeling kind of strange. His hair was stuck to his face from blood as rain. His head felt awful. He hated the feeling he had with just one horn. "Please..." He moaned feverishly. "Break it off..." He weakly reached up, trying to snap off the other one, but his hand fell back down to his side weakly. "It feels wrong..."

Tavros looked up quickly as Gamzee moved. "No Gamzee... I'm not going to break your horn off..." He got up and got a bowl of water and a washcloth to wipe the blood off of the purple-blood.

He made a slight choking sound. "Please...it's to unbalanced..."

"I can't hurt you Gamzee..." He finished wiping the blood away. "I could never bring myself to harm you...." He sighed softly and went to dump the water and change his bandages of his stomach

"Please!" He wailed. "I need this! Please!!!"

He came in and bit his lip. "C-can it wait until you are better from the first horn....?"

He whimpered. "No...do it..."

"You've lost so much blood though Gamzee..." He stroked his head. "What if we make a replacement for your horn...?"