Better Sorry Than Safe

"I love him." He nodded, laying back on the bed and humming.

"Me too. So um do you mind if I sleep here or wanna show me the guest room?" He wouldn't try anything tonight...

"Oh! Sleep here! We can have like a sleep over!!" He clapped his hands, giggling like a child.

Asher laughed lightly.
"Okay! Fun!"

He nodded, bouncing around and hugged Asher tightly.

Asher hugged him and bounced around with him, smilign like an idiot.

Aristotle settled on the bed, throwing of his hat and burrowing under the covers.

Asher plopped down beside him, curling into a small ball with his knees to his chest.

Aristotle laid beside him leaning on him and covering them both up.
"Night Asher!!"

"Night Ary." He ruffled his hair and smiled before closing his eyes

Aristotle was asleep in no time, laid out over the other boy.

Asher stayed up a bit longer, smiling at him and stroking his hair. But soon he went to bed too.

Aristotle was up early, he was quick to set up his play station three and log in, playing his new sims game.

The movement woke Asher who blinked an eye open and grinned at Aristotle, giggling at how childish he was. It never ceased to amuse him.

Aristotle looked behind him and offered another controller.
"Wanna play with me??" He beamed at his friend.

"Sure." Asher smiled softly, taking the controller and plopping down beside his friend.

Aristotle was shoulder to shoulder with him, brushing his against Ashers lightly as he jumped around with his game.

Asher was very still, biting his lower lip hard like he always did when concentrating.

Aristotle could not be still, he had ADHD also so no matter what he seemed to be hopping around.

It amused the hell out of Asher, everything about Aristotle was just plain adorable.

So maybe....hopefully....he could be with Aristotle and never get bored with him...
Thats what it would take.

Over the next few weeks, Asher came over almost every night to help Aristotle study. He was still a bit slow but he was doing much much better than when they had started.

Aristotle did feel something....something akin to love for Asher, love he refused to acknowledge. He would never love again after what Brett had done too him. Right now he had Asher in his room, studying like they did often, he was innocently trying to finish a question, like always his tongue poking out of his mouth as he focused.

Asher was just so determined to get the boy in bed. Or that was what he told himself and made himself believe...
They'd been on this certain problem for a week now. Aristotle just couldn't get the concept...

But today something amazing happened, the boy actually began getting the problem, taking his time and by time that was six hours but....he did get the problem and he got it right too.
"Oh My god!!!! Look Asher! Look!!!"