Shawn watched, and he listened before reaching for Sepiroth's hand, the one that clenched tightly to the phone. He slowly took it out of his hand, and held onto it in his other hand as he took the now empty hand into his own and shifted to very carefully put his head on his shoulder. "I don't want to fall." He said as a means of explination as he gave him a gentle nudge into walking. He still didn't know where he was supposed to go, so he counted on the taller boy to take him home. And the other reason he'd taken his hand and moved to walk so close together, was because even though both of them were so abused, Shawn knew, from the little time he'd had with his mother, was that touch could be a good thing. It provided a comfort just as easily as it took away. He wanted to try and show the older boy that, as much as he could, given that he himself was rarely touch in any other way, save for when it came to being harmed.<br/><br/>They got a block and a half from the hospital when a low sitting station wagon came roaring up, the engine straining against how it was being pushed. Shawn leaned more into Sepiroth then, hiding his fave into his arm as a form of hiding, like a child into their mothers sweater when meeting a stranger. But it wasn't, it was Leo, in their fathers car. "Hey! Loser, get your face outta his pit and jump in." Leo called with a smirk.<br/>"Hurry up! You know the old man doesn't stay passed out long!" He said, moving to get back into the drivers. "Hop in the back! Both of you!" He hollered, and Shawn glanced up at the boy he clung too before moving to do as his brother said. He wasn't a man to be pushed to limits, like their father.<br/><br/>Shawn slid over, waiting for the other boy to join him as Leo was asking for directions. He was still the older brother, he wanted to care for the baby brother he held once when they were little. And he wanted to play that he was better, he needed to get closer to get what he wanted. Even though he'd helped leave poor Shawn on the pavement at the hospital, broken and bleeding. The two were so busy getting directions, no one really noticed Shawn staring hard into the very back of the station wagon, where there sat a large stain of blood where it's pooled under him. They arrived, but he had yet to move, his hand shakily reaching for the stain.<br/><br/>Leo finally saw and scrambled out to grab Shawn and yank him out, a little too roughly and he cried in pain before wrenching his arm away and bolting into the house they sat before, his bag left on the walk. "Shawn! Fuck... I'm sorry!!" Leo's hand went into his hair "Shit." He said, scooping up the bag. He trust it a little roughly at Sepiroth's chest "Go take care of him." He said, gesturing his hand wildly at the house as he went to get back into the station wagon and peel away back to the worse side of town.