Problem? What Problem? [COMPLETE]

Deimos squinted up at his ceiling, he didn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. It made sense, but he supposed he was back to the kind of sleep that just felt like he closed his eyes for a minute or two. He noticed Rosalind fidgeting and glanced down, seeing her curl up against him. He rubbed her back just slightly, not wanting to startle her if she didn't notice him wake up. The last few hours had felt like a dream, and honestly he really wanted them to be, because then that meant the promise wouldn't have been made. He could go to his fridge and grab a drink without breaking anything. He let out a soft sigh, Guess I gotta clean out my fridge now... Maybe I'll give it to the bartender; that's a lot of money there. He thought to himself before reaching out to talk with Rosalind. Rosie, you up? Everything ok? He asked her softly.

Deimos sighed, how often could one person have nightmares? He really wished it was something he could protect her against. But her own mind was something he couldn't really fight. Besides that, he had trouble fighting his own thoughts most of the time, how could he expect himself to be able to fight for someone else. He tangled his fingers in his hair, eyes closed. You need sleep. He told her simply. He moved towards her, pulling her close before wrapping his arms around her protectively. He nuzzled his face into her neck, So get sleep. I'm right here.

Deimos stayed still, not wanting to wake her since she was finally sleeping, but those words rang throughout his mind. You're the only family I have... I'd be lost without you. How is it of the two of them, the one that was more of a troublemaker was the one to rekindle his familial relationships, where as Rosie, who had to be one of the sweetest people he'd ever met, had no one? Fate really was cruel, he supposed. And it wasn't like he was planning to try to repair any """bond""" his biological parents may eventually try to claim they have. Maybe for Felix he could understand it, they kept him for two years. But not him. He felt his anger rising, but quickly forced himself to change the subject, not wanting to wake up Rosalind with a sudden surge of emotion.

It seemed like a big responsibility, being the very important person in her life. He was honestly scared of that responsibility. Before he actually did so, he was convinced he wouldn't live past twenty. Once he hit 21, he had decided he'd die whenever, but he could at least encourage it to come quicker. Now, he'd promised someone he'd try to live as long as possible. The worst part being he meant it. If he had to live for... who knows, another 60 years, he at least wanted to spend all 60 of those years with Rosalind. He bit his lip, his eyebrows knitted together and he fought to not move too much and get his phone out of his pocket simultaneously. He began searching for something. After the scouting trip, he didn't have a lot of money left in his savings, but he had enough for something simple. Something shiny that she could enjoy.

As his eyes scanned the pages, he couldn't help but snarl. Why was silver such a popular choice of metal for the cheaper ones? He wanted to still be able to hold her hand and stuff. Finally, he settled on a relatively plain rose-gold ring. If he was so willing to deal with borderline personality disorder, depression, and chronic pain for 50+ years for her, he may as well propose. He shot a text message to one of the scouts that had been on the team he went out with, asking him for a favor. He ordered it to be picked up in store, and then within the day he'd have it. He settled the purchase and delivery detail before he went to his bank app and shut his eyes tight, barely peeking an eye open to see the damage paying it all upfront did. Guess I'm living on cafeteria food when I run out of my own... He thought to himself with a sigh. At least not all the cafeteria food was borderline inedible, just, at least in his opinion (probably from having eaten it for about 9 years now), most of it was. Still, something like this was worth that kind of sacrifice.

Deimos felt like he was in a daze. He'd focused so much on not moving, not waking up Rosie, that he just kind of rotated between sleeping and playing on his phone. He only knew he'd fall asleep because he had to click to turn on his phone screen again. In that time, he'd bought the ring, looked through Tumblr, Facebook, and Instagram, but a side effect of not having a lot of friends meant his social media wasn't as busy as some other people's. He watched two movies on Netflix, and downloaded a season of a tv show. He looked up the side effects of alcohol withdrawal, which was apparently effecting him as he searched at 3am, one of the side effects being insomnia.

The scout he had asked to get the ring would be there that day, but not for another few hours. He startled slightly as Rosie spoke to him. mm, yeah. I could use some food, and coffee. He agreed. A yawn escaped before he could stop it, and he let himself stretch. His entire body felt like it was throbbing. Guess he'd have to get used to it.

Deimos blinked wearily as he scooted to the edge of the bed. He glanced at his phone, I still have a couple hours, they just want me helping in the dish room today. He told her simply. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling out a fresh shirt and putting it on before going to check his fridge. Unless you want an apple or banana, only, I just have alcohol, milk, and meat in the fridge. He chuckled a bit, giving her a shrug. Guess I should actually... buy real food. At some point soon. It definitely wouldn't be too soon after his purchase today. He ruffled his hair, stretching again, There's a secret little shop-slash-cafeteria for the staff, let's just go there. It has slightly better food and definitely more variation. It still didn't have a lot, but it had more options than a couple for each food group, and then things one can't normally find in the cafeteria, like brand name candy bars (instead of the occasional questionable-ish school-made ones), and a barista bar. He had worked there at 17, putting him in a staff-only area as an original attempt to reign in his troublesome attitude, but the only thing it did was get him hooked on coffee. He quirked his head and raised an eyebrow, well, there was one non-harmful vice. Not like it did anything for him, but some could even argue it was healthy... if he didn't constantly get lattes.

A crooked smile formed on Deimos' face, that's what my parents would always say too. He told her honestly. It wasn't that he had anything against fruits and vegetables, he just had very... very clear food group preference. I'll see what I can do about adding more non-meat things to my fridge. He promised her, feigning defeat. Just for you. He put his hands into his pants pockets, giving her a shrug. No idea. Maybe? I really think the staff stopped caring. As long as it's not in front of students or anything, He looked around, a slight chuckle escaping as he pointed to the closet, now also filled with her clothes, I think they'll let us get away with pretty much anything. He paused, he really wasn't sure if she was allowed. He'd seen that teacher's kid in there quite a few times, but it was always with his dad. Eventually, he shrugged again, I honestly don't care if you're allowed or not. He said honestly.