"I bet you disappointed her," Calamity said into the receiver of the phone. He looked at Severin, who was glaring again. However, Calamity was left unfazed, staring right back at Severin. His eyes were teary, so Calamity didn't bother to snap at him.

Severin sighed a shakey sigh, sitting down and pinching the bridge of his nose. Damn, he felt pissed off, depressed, and lonely all at the same time. Calamity was right across from him, but he wasn't behind the glass...acryllic, whatever.

He's moody. Pissy and sad at the same time, you know?
As for me... A while. I'll be home by late tomorrow morning, I'd bet, maybe later tonight.

( Das horrible, Claire! D8 )

 Of course, I'll visit you. Can't leave my best friend all alone now, can I?
And, don't worry, you won't be bugging me.

Calamity glanced back at the door he'd been shooed out of. Visiting hours are over, they'd said. Couldn't they let him stay a little longer? After all, he had returned Severin. But, no, there were no exceptions. Too bad. They had phones in the place, so maybe he could call Severin later.

Then again, the phones where for those who were always on their best behavior. No doubt, that would be hard for Severin, who had the tendency to rebel all over the place. With a sigh, Calamity flipped open his phone again, sending another text to let Claire know about that. There was more reception outside, so the message didn't have trouble sending.

They pretty much just kicked me out. I guess you can call Severin later, but they probably won't let him on the phone, what with the fact that he just escaped and all... He's some kind of Houdini, getting outta this place. 

All right. See ya later.

Calamity sat back in his seat. The boat he was heading back in was slow, but he was sure it would make good timing. He didn't know anything about boats, though, so he was taking wild guesses when he was trying to figure out when he'd be back home. But, seeing as how PSYCHO was already out of sight, maybe he'd be home be late afternoon, or just as it was getting dark. He had no idea. It was much easier guessing when he was in a car or on a motorcycle.

Motorcycle. He owned one, actually. Though, he didn't know a lot about motorcycles. Cars, sure, but when someone mentioned those rocket-bikes...he drew a blank. Severin knew more about them than he did. The reason his bike wasn't dead from the falls that Calamity had taken being stupid with his friends was that Severin always fixed it up. He always said it was simpler than it looked. Calamity would always pay him for fixing his bike, and Severin would look at him with narrowed eyes before giving him a short, "Thanks."

Maybe if he hadn't given him money, he wouldn't be so hooked on drugs. Without money, Severin couldn't anything. But, then again, if he didn't have money at all, he might've resorted to stealing it.

I don't know if I'll ever get things right with him. Calamity thought with a sigh. He looked out at the water, frowning a little. Maybe I'll take Claire for a ride on my bike tomorrow. I sure hope I don't wreck it any time soon...

( ..... ;A;
i think
we agreed, timeskip? )

Claire didn't want to wake up. Simply for the fact that she knew when she did, she would be alone. And she was right. When she woke up, there was no one there. No one outside, because the whole world just seemed rather lonley. Or maybe that was just her self pity.

As much as Claire longed to call Calamity and tell him he promised he would visit, even though he didn't, and demand he came, she descided she'd rather be alone with her thoughts.

She wondered if it would've been better if he hadn't visited. Or if he visited for a reason, a good reason, and she didn't know. Either way, Claire wish he had stayed.

Because her bed was simply very empty wihtout him.

"I-I just...!" Calamity sighed, shaking his head slightly. "But, aren't you naked!?" he called, walking into the house anyway. Although Severin had only been around for a day, the house seemed completely different without him. It was warm. At least, it was to Calamity. Severin seemed to leave a chill in any room he occupied, as if he were a ghost. So, now that the boy was gone, his girlfriend's home was warm. So strange.

Shrugging off his jacket, Calamity padded over to the fridge, taking out the leftover cake from the day before and helping himself to a slice. Scary as he might have looked, all clad in tight black leather and bullet belts, the fact that he was eating frilly pink cake made him a little less intimidating. "Fu.ck," he mumbled, cake still in his mouth. "I got frosting on my glove."

"Mkay!" Calamity was occupied with his cake-eating now. For some reason, whenever he licked frosting off when article of clothing, it would get on another. So, he was sitting at the counter, licking his clothes free of pink icing. It was only to pause, however, when Claire made her way into the room. She caught him mid-lick, his tongue on his sleeve.

Quickly, he stood. "Nobody here wants to see your chest, Claire." he told her, fixing the jacket which obviously wasn't her's and zipping it up. "This is Severin's, isn't it...?" Calamity asked in a murmur, his electric eyes growing soft as he rubbed a thumb into the worn fabric. "Oh, little brother..."

His eyes suddenly grew alight again, and he took Claire's hand, leading her to the cake. "Breakfast is cake. Isn't that great?" He sat her down, taking a plate of cake and setting it down in front of her. His large hand moved to pick up a cup, pouring milk into it and placing it next to the plate. "Eat up." Calamity told her, sticking a fork in the cake.

( ...I need to learn to read correctly... I totally thought she walked out wearing a jacket of Severin's and completely missed the part about the shirt...and jazz... I am insane. xDD )

Biting his lip, Calamity furrowed his brow. What a thing to say! It "still smelled like him"? Somehow that statement bothered him, like he knew that Claire was much too attached to Severin. Such an attachment couldn't be good for her sanity.

Calamity cocked an eyebrow. "It tastes better today," he disagreed, retaining his ex
pression until he looked down again. "All food tastes better when it turns into leftovers. Weren't you ever a teenager?" His bright yellow eyes flickered to the side, noticing Claire's change of position. She'd moved closer. But, for what reason?

Suddenly off-guard, his eyes widened considerably, and he gripped his chair lightly. "I-I..." Clearing his throat, Calamity began, "Claire...in the first place, Severin doesn't give a sh.it about girls. Let...let me tell you the story." He shifted, turning his body to face Claire and foldings his hands over a knee. "One day, Severin came home and told me, 'There's this girl following me around at school.' Now, this didn't happen often, since I'm not always around and he doesn't always want to talk, but there would be instances in which Severin would tell me, 'That pretty girl tried to talk to me today.' or, 'I almost held that girl's hand today.' For a while, you were just 'that girl' or 'that pretty girl.' To be honest...he didn't really notice you for a while. That's just because he doesn't notice anyone who doesn't stick out in his life.

"Eventually it got to the point where he didn't lock himself in his room all day, every day. He'd take a chair and sit by the window. He seemed like he was struggling with something. I never bothered him; there was no point. It was only until he asked me, 'How do you ask a girl out?' that I realized he'd actually taken a liking to you.

"You didn't fall in love with him. You fell in love with each other. If he could help it, he wouldn't leave you. But, it's easy to see, you can see it in his eyes. He knows that if he doesn't leave now, some day he'll have to pay the price. And then who knows how long he'll be away from you."

"Gosh," Calamity breathed out a reply, closing his eyes. There were obviously other sides to Severin that Calamity didn't know; those were the sides that he actually would have known had they had a better life. Maybe Severin wouldn't have been too much of a cold person had Daran not died. That had happened years ago, but Severin wasn't the type of person to let go easily. He held onto everything, felt remorse about the simplest things rather than the latter, found new reasons to hold grudges...

It wasn't within Calamity's power to be able to help his brother, it seemed. Severin didn't listen to anyone; there really wasn't a voice in the world that could make him listen if he didn't want to. Not even Claire's, in fact. Calamity assumed in his mind that Claire had asked Severin to stay after escaping, but Severin had left anyway. In his most horrible decisions, Severin made the wisest decisions...sometimes. If it didn't involve drugs, Severin could make pretty good decisions. He had good judgement when he wanted to.

Basically, Severin could do as he pleased and would do as he pleased. The only thing was, he had no motivation to do so. As Severin grew up, Calamity wondered more and more to himself as to why Severin never did anything with himself. After all, the male had potential. Maybe it was just...

"He gave up on life a long time ago, Claire."

Calamity didn't react to his own words; he hadn't expected to say them, they were completely off-topic. But, maybe it was best to tell the girl now. "I don't think there's ever been a worse example of a child than Severin. He's not emotionally healthy. He doesn't react correctly to anything. He doesn't underreact, he doesn't overreact. You know what you need to do, Claire? Don't take this the wrong way, now..."

Looking down, Calamity let out a forced breath. "You need to stop being dependent, because Severin needs a chance to be dependent now. If you let him get any worse, he's never going to change and he's never going to get a chance to be a normal human being."