"Sherry! Oh God, its Jensen... I-- I just got home and found Jared asleep, he's all beat up..." He said hurriedly. "He ran into the bathroom screaming about being screwed up and me leaving him and he looks like someone hurt him, I'm scared and I don't know what to do." He began to cry. "He won't let me in!"
"No, no, this just happens sometimes. He has depression and sometimes he gets so upset with himself something like this happens. It's usually caused by some kind of stressor and I'm sure it's the move to the city. He won't get mad at you, you just have to calmly ask him to open the door. Give him compliments, that always helps to calm him. But he doesn't want ones like 'you're so perfect' he likes it better when you tell him how he makes you feel. Like 'you make me feel like a good mom'. After he lets you in keep going with the compliments and just hold him. He just needs to know that you support him... But, Jensen... Only do this if you think you can be with him even when he's like this. Because if this makes you leave him... It'll crush him."
Jensen was quiet for a moment. "He... This is depresaion?" He asked softly. "I..." He felt his shoulders relax. "I'm in love with your son, Sherry. More than I've ever been with anyone else. As long as I can take care of him, I'll be there for him. I won't leave him unless he truly wants it."
"I intend to make him the happiest boy in New York, if it kills me." He whispered before hanging up. He pocketed the phone and entered quietly, calming himself down. He made hot chocolate and sat himself on the other side of the bathroom door. "Jared? Baby boy, can you hear me?" He asked quietly.
Jared squeezed his eyes shut and he nodded softly at he spoke. "I hear you. Jen, I'm so sorry, I never wanted you to see me this way, fucking insane. I'm so so sorry." He whispered. "Most the time I just can't get out of bed, you know? And others I'm like this, a fucking lunatic."
"You'r not a lunatic, sweetheart. You're just depressed. Its okay. I don't understand, I won't say I do, but I'll listen. I'll try to learn, because I love you. Even when you're sad. I made hot chocolate... Think you might wanna open the door? We can share it and... This rug hurts my ass." He joked. "Maybe we might talk on the couch?"
"The lines we ran last night. I didn't screw up once today." He said honestly. "I kept remembering how you'd say the cue line and how I'd reply, that little grin you'd get when I got it right. I love that grin."
Jensen entered and smiled warmly at Jared, despite his disheveled look. "Hey, beautiful." He closed the door and sat the cups down before leaning against the door. "So... In my note this morning I promised kisses... Think I could get one? I daydreamed about it all day."
"No, I just daydreamed about my Jared. Are you still my Jared?" He whispered, smiling. "You look like him, a little more sad... But you're him. My sweet Jare. My big moose." He pushed one of the cups to him. "Who could eat me out of house and home, and I love it. I love you, you know? Everyone at work today said I looked healthier, happier, than usual. I just grinned cause I knew it was because I finally found my other half. You make me that way."
Jared shook his head sadly as he took the mug. "I wish I was better for you. Normal." He whispered before sipping it. "You deserve that, a person that won't do this." He said, glancing at the bruises on his leg. "I can't... I can't be good for you. I was fooling myself to try."
"No, not at all." Jensen said, sipping his own. "I mean, no one is normal. You're depressed. That's not a crime. You still make me feel like I'm worth more than a pretty face. You make me feel whole, like I matter. You can do that with bruises or being sad too, Jare. Because you're you. You're my sweet Jay."
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