forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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Mr. Brennahan lifted his gaze off the sketchbook, shutting it when spoken to. "I've been alright. Busy, for sure, but alright." He admitted in a soft tone, sliding the book back over to Lucas.

Lucas held the sketchbook close to his chest and sighed as he nodded. "I just… I know there's been a lot of pressure on you with this whole situation."

"You haven't been worrying about that, have you?" Mr. Brennahan asked softly, giving him a concerned look. He didn't want Lucas to be worried for his sake, considering he was taking everything pretty well. "You really don't have to be worried about me. I'm alright."

"Well, I'm not gonna lie… I've been a little worried. I feel bad." Lucas sighed softly. "I know what this is all a lot to deal with. I'm… kind of a mess, to be honest."

"I can handle it, Lucas. It's not the end of the world, just a bump in the road." Mr. Brennahan insisted, offering a gentle smile to Lucas. "A little mess is something I can handle. Better now then when it gets too big to clean up."

Lucas smiled weakly. "It almost was too big to clean up. If it weren't for Cody, I don't think I'd be here at all." He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. "I just… I'm sorry for everything, sir."

"I'm really glad you have him. He's a very loyal puppy." Mr. Brennahan smiled softly. "You don't need to be sorry, Lucas. I appreciate it, but you don't have to feel like you need to apologize to me." He insisted with a soft look.

Lucas nodded and gently rubbed Cody's ears. "I… alright…" He sighed softly. "Like… I'm not even your own kid, and you're willing to do all of this for me."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Mr. Brennahan asked softly, still smiling softly. "You're like family… and, not to rush or even insist it happens, but one day you might be." He replied softly, shrugging a little.

Lucas flushed red and nodded shyly. "I-I… um… right…" He fidgeted a bit as he looked down. "I just wish that I could've fixed myself earlier, even though I know that's not possible…"

"Don't put that kind of pressure on yourself. You're perfectly fine for needing help. I don't mind doing it, as long as it's actually helping." Mr. Brennahan insisted, smiling lightly.

"It is, sir… I really think that it is. They've got me on meds that actually work and the physical therapy… it's… it's not super fun here, but it isn't supposed to be."

"Sadly, that is true. But hey, everything will be better in the long run. You won't have to come back here." Mr. Brennahan hummed still smiling.

"I hope you're right, sir… I definitely don't want to land myself here again." Lucas sighed softly. "Physical therapy is hard…"

"What do you have to do?" Mr. Brennahan asked, glancing over to Melissa. She wasn't saying anything, clearly content to just hold hands with him. "Stretches? Or is there more to it?"

"Lots of stretches, yeah… they also make me use those stiff foam stress balls to try and get better at clenching my hand. It usually hurts pretty bad, but I do it anyway…"

"I mean, I'm sure it's going to benefit you. You'll be able to start playing baseball." Mr. Brennahan pointed out, folding his arms on the table.

"Yeah…" Lucas sighed softly and looked down at his arm. It was still tightly bandaged so that he couldn't rip it back open. "I'm on pain meds pretty much all the time, but it still doesn't feel great. I guess that's to be expected, though…"

"I'm sure it doesn't. But at least they're giving you pain medication to go with it. It could always be worse." He smiled lightly, giving a soft look to Lucas.

"Yeah, I guess so…" Lucas sighed. "I know I haven't been doing the therapy too long, but it can be pretty discouraging when I can't even like, pick things up…"

Mr. Brennahan nodded softly, sighing a little as well. "I understand the feeling, Lucas. It's not fun not being able to do something you normally should be able to." He agreed in a soft tone. Melissa kept a hold on his hand, gently squeezing it. "I wish I could help…" Melissa whispered.

Lucas nodded a bit and looked down at the table. "It's not your fault, Mel… you really don't need to feel bad about it." He sighed softly. "You deserve help too."

Any words Melissa had choked her up, keeping quiet in her moment of panic. Her shoulders were tense as she glanced over to her father, who gave her an odd look. "Help? Help with what?" He asked softly, glancing between Lucas and Melissa. But Melissa avoided eye-contact, keeping her eyes trained on their hands.

Lucas sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Melissa… would you prefer that I tell him?" He asked. "I can if you really don't want to."

Melissa kept quiet, keeping her gaze off of him. She didn't want either of them to tell him, wishing she could just disappear. She was chewing on her lip to try and distract herself from feeling anything at the moment. "I- tell me what? Is everything okay?" Mr. Brennahan asked softly, looking at Melissa worriedly.

Lucas sighed again, holding tighter to Melissa's hand. "W-Well, sir… I think that Melissa should talk to someone as well. The way she's been talking about herself reminds me of my own mindset and that's obviously very worrying. I think she needs help too, and she hasn't told you because you're preoccupied with… this. I've been trying to tell her that she still deserves to get help regardless of what I'm going through."

Mr. Brennahan listened to Lucas, and seemed completely shocked at his words. "I- honey…" He whispered softly, looking over to Melissa. "Why didn't you just come talk to-" Melissa glanced up, tears pricking at her eyes. "I tried, dad. I tried, but no matter what I did, I freaked myself out before I could talk to you. I just couldn't." She whispered weakly, keeping a tight hold on Lucas. "B-but it's fine. I'm fine. It's really nothing to worry about."

"Melissa please… don't downplay this for my sake or for his. You deserve to get help, alright? I care about you and I love you so much and I hate to see you like this."

"Lucas, I'm really fine." Melissa whispered weakly, lifting her head up to look at him. She was holding back the tears she had, clearly not wanting to talk about this now. "Honey, this is serious. You can't just pretend it's not there." Mr. Brennahan whispered, giving her a soft look.

"You're not fine and I'm not going to just sit here and let you say that you are!" Lucas insisted. "I know how that feels and I know that saying you're fine isn't going to help anything. You can't just expect your problems to go away if you ignore them. I tried to ignore my problems and I almost killed myself more than once, Melissa." His eyes stung with tears as he spoke.