IIt'll be by your side/i
Kovic was able to get the help he needed from the hospital after Lawrence had patched him up. It was quite a difficult journey trying to get the man from point A to point B when one didn't want crimson on their seats. Yeah, it's a decent car but it may be the only one he'll ever have from this lifetime afterwards. When he was patched up, the couple discussed their future plans. They weren't good ones either. Lawrence had to raise his voice in some parts, putting down real emotion into his sicking words. Adam just listened, sober and awake.
They spoke about what's going to happen between them. Kovic was given two choices. It was to either clean himself up, to continue their missions and heists together until the very end. Or, give up Sonntag, leave his house, and only contact him for if he really needs him. Breaking off the relationship completely. Because Sonntag isn't going to try anymore in a relationship that really isn't going anywhere. He wants to do so much for him, he wants to give him more than one could ever imagine. The offer is a tough one. One would leave happier than before while the other still fights off their demons. It isn't easy, he knows this. All of them knows this.
The offer still take another chance for this relationship is on the table. Lawrence grew tired of waiting for an answer, telling the other he has until tomorrow to make up his mind. Otherwise, he needs to pick up his things, and go live somewhere else. He'll help Adam find a new place, and help him with rent the best he could. But the man seriously needs help mentally. It's heart aching to do this. To kick someone out when it's been more than a year of dealing with their bullshit. When they're still in love with them. It's a like a circle. It never ends, it loops. The effects are the same. When one wants to leave, and escape to a different time or period. It isn't possible in a circle. It still goes on and on. This battle, it can't end so easily.
The pair still sleep together in the bed, and Lawrence rarely allows Adam to put his arms around him like they used to. The triggers are still there, the cautious areas still remain. That won't change for a while. They're going to stay there for years, but maybe that's the time it'll take to overcome this. They can make this better, but it all depends on the other. If he really wants to make this work. He would.
One night, they're together, it's probably close to midnight and both of the aging men are in bed together. They're decently clothed, a thin blanket covering their bodies. Lawrence still has a cold, so he slept with a hoodie on. The other did his best to stay away from him. Wanting to get ill before a big mission in a few hours, in the rare daylight is not a good thing. It'd be bad, and they'll have to cancel another one. These damn bank heists, they're not as exciting as breaking into the rich individual's home. Those are a lot more interesting, at least they're things to break. They could be replaced, but why would they? The other shivers. The cold is getting the best of him. Time to make a move.
Diving in gently, the other turned around on his side of the bed. He stared at the other who was shivering at this time of night. He can't be blamed, it is pretty chilly right now. Getting onto his side, Adam wiggled his arm underneath the sheets, fingers searching for the man's hoodie. They had found them and tugged on the fabric. Lawrence didn't react, he probably couldn't feel it. An arm reaches over, and stays right above the man's stomach. Still not reacting, it wasn't an immediate action. Suddenly, the man tried shoving his arm off. When Adam refused- something that he doesn't normally do- it was weird. Too weird. Lawrence coughed, saying something that became jumbled up. He fixed his wording after coughing again. Getting rid of what was sitting in this throat.
"I-I don't want this."
"To end?"
Opening his eyes, Sonntag blinked. What did he say exactly? The other was about to split open those lips when Adam repeated himself. To end what? To end their relationship? Lawrence stopped trying to shift away his arm. There's no point. There is fear, oh yeah. There is always fear. It's always been there since the beginning before they pairing got together. He sighed, turning in the bedsheets as he always did. It was never a good thing to speak to someone with their back turned. Plus, maybe the man has something to say about their deal. Eyes wandered in the darkness. The shades were too dark to make out anything. He's waiting for a response. When he didn't get one, the other sniffed, forcing one out.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't let this end. I never did lie when I said I did actually. …"
Those words trailed off. Adam had adjusted his arm around the shorter man, bringing him closer. It rested inside of his hoodie, pressing down on his back. There are small whimpers from Sonntag, but they're from this damn cold. When is it ever going to go away? The moonlight shines briefly in their bedroom. It was soon covered up by the grayed out clouds that wanted the spotlight. He's being vague, and if there's one thing Lawrence disliked most, it was that. Adam probably doesn't know about it. He's been under a lot of stress. And nobody can blame him when he claims he wants to break under pressure. Be freed from this greed and live a normal life again.
Licking his lips, Kovic did his best to avoid those words. But knows exactly what Lawrence wants to hear. That's the problem. It's fucking Sonntag, he wants to abuse this power that he has over him. It's fun in a cruel sense. Putting the man to do this or that. To put his life in danger or to save him. It's like a video game. It feels like a video game. The other smirked to himself devilishly. Yeah, just like a video game. But, these feelings, they're pretty real, too.
Good thing it doesn't hurt him when he hurts Sonntag.
"A-actually what?"
"When I told told you I actually loved you."
What a sap. Cooing into those words, Lawrence came close, also wrapping his arms around Adam. He didn't say anything anymore. It was a repeat a night before. It's always like this. Well, if he loves him, and he loves Kovic. Then he's willing to get the help he needs. Yeah, he has to. He's going to Adam force into getting help. Even if it meant being there when he should be working on side projects. Plus, it'd help him keep thinking about the future. Keep thinking about what's next. Because if there's one thing, Sonntag wants to spend more than a few years together.
The following week, it was awkward for Kovic to adjust to Sonntag sitting beside him, or even behind him during therapy sessions. It was to guarantee that he was getting the help he needed. Half of the time, Lawrence brought his work with him, working on the laptop or talking on the phone. He would excuse himself from the room at times, talking to the other gang members and wondering what they would say. The three that quit aren't involved anymore, but they still join in the conversation. Sometimes adding on unnecessary humor. It was the little things that kept them together. Throughout this ordeal. When the calls ended, the man swiftly returned into the room. He made it clear that he wanted no part of this, other than to see and watch Kovic grow in progression away from his darker thoughts.
At first, it wasn't easy. The other kept quiet. While being hammered with light-hearted questions, he often turned to Lawrence. He wasn't even paying attention for most of it. Always having something in hand as he either scrolled, turned the page or typed down something. It could've been anything but it was always different. Whenever Kovic turned around, showing either no emotion or trying to hide any emotion, Sonntag would notice it either too late, or stare back. He'd nod, having on sunglasses in this darkening room. It was always like him to do things like this. Heh, and sometimes, Adam would turn back with a smirk. Truly, it had to be love. The therapist saw this, jotting down notes on their own tablet.
After every visit, the pair would go somewhere together to eat unless they had a heist planned. They would pick whatever Adam wanted at the time, go there for a few hours and talk. It's taking a while, but really, it was much better than rushing through it. They would talk, shovel food down while sharing a laugh or two. The patch that Lawrence has is slowly working, returning his health back what to it used to be. His cold is lighting up as well. Kovic is still deal with his problems. But the couple are working on alternatives to get him away from those. Hell, it's been awhile since he's seen Kovic smirk, laugh about something irrelevant.
Always laughing at Sonntag because of how easily upset he becomes. Everyone has their patience, but him? It can be easily snapped in half, and he goes off like a fuse. There was a time once where the man was arguing with someone outside of a local business, on a slow day in the middle of the afternoon. Adam had to hold the man's arms, trying to prevent him from swinging as they mocked the couple on their 'lifestyle choices'. Because two men dating and living with each other is such a fucking sin that the public has to comment about them. It was another trouble that they'll always have. Often, Adam has to remind the other to just forget about it. That they don't know what they're doing, or how they stand on their relationship.
It's weird, the little, soft words that Kovic speaks to Lawrence is enough to calm him down, and leave the situation. This is love, yes? This is how it works, yes? Or maybe he's too trusting of Kovic. After all, he is the ringleader. And he is the one who directs them half of the time. The other half, or should they say person is Sonntag. Since there's only four of them, they had to force everyone but him onto the fields. It's turning out a bit better than they expected, and still rank in more funds than anyone could imagine. Those once-a-week sessions have resulted going to the Sonntag-Kovic home, drinking or watching something dumb on the television. Someone once brought a retro game console, spending the night drinking away and playing some go-karting game.
The pieces are falling back together. They're starting to work together again. It turns out that the therapy sessions, the medication they are both required to take, and having each other is really making this progression possible. The fights have lowered dramatically, and Lawrence is sleeping in the same bed as Adam again. Medication has its wonders, as Sonntag isn't afraid to get close to Kovic again, at least physically. They a bunch of lovestruck idiots who have ran out of other options in the world. Guess they're going down in this battle together. Things are what they used to be. And Lawrence couldn't be any happier.
Another year, another break from death.
How many years has it been since they've began the heists? It had to be three now. They're all surprised, they each had their ups and downs. They had plenty of downs. Life is seemingly returning to normal, or how it first began. Everything was much nicer then, and everything is returning to that time. Some of them have gained more than lost. And a member returned again. Making it five individuals instead of four for the last six months they've been breaking into random places. Whether it would be for firearms, substances or a murder. There's been plenty of murders on their part. It's just too much fun.
Lawrence finally sold his goddamn awful home in that crime-filled neighborhood. It was a good thing, too. The rival gang members would of popped the couple had they been a day early. They were under their noses the whole time. Good thing, too. They didn't really leave for them to grab or find out who they are. Simply a smile on a piece of paper. The couple moved into Adam's old neighborhood, about a block away from where he used to live. Living in a two story home, the men had their possessions packed into different areas. Four bedrooms, three baths. A bedroom downstairs, along with a connecting bathroom. They've claimed that room for a men's room. Whenever they want to do anything together when they met up.
The other rooms goes as followed: Upstairs, there's Lawrence's office. Still full of his supplies and his equipment. He banned Adam out of this room for certain purposes, mainly protecting the sake of their relationship and the costly amount it was to replace all of his damaged goods. Then there's a room a small library for them, the previous articles of all their crimes hand on the walls. The better of them in frames and even made to look fancy. It was a space to breathe in when everything around them wasn't good enough. Then, there's their bedroom. It was much bigger than what they used to live in, and both men agreed that they would keep it tidy compared to the hot mess that Sonntag at it.
Any alcohol consumption should be done down stairs, that way, there's less confrontation between the couple. They had paid the movers, leaving all of their guns in the garage in several steel cases. They were told not to lift those boxes, as they contain a deadly chemical that can be deadly if they breathed it in. The paint on the cases were peeling, so they completely avoided those boxes. Good. Closing the door for the last mover to exit. They paid each one a decent amount. Finally, it's their time alone. Finally.
Lawrence took a breath, happy to be in a better place than before. This place can't be older than a few years. Guess Adam used to live in a decent neighborhood back then. He smirked, viewing his surroundings when Kovic came up behind him. Pressing a smooch to the side of the man's neck. The other smirked, taking in the moment. Yeah, things are much better than before. They're so much fucking better.
iI lose myself tonight/i
Sonntag didn't have any time to pull the keys out of the ignition slot. They immediately ran their vehicle, toting what they stole from someone's home and running inside of their home. They did a robbery, just between them. It was completely unnecessary, but it helped them keep their spirits up and be less troubling for the next mission. It's always like this. The couple are always so used to doing these kind of things together. The others may know, they might not but it didn't matter to them. They were coming up with different methods. And the methods are working. Lawrence was finally able to get the keys out. There's sounds of sirens going off in the distance. They have about thirty seconds to run and hide. They know how this game goes.
The authorities are going to drive past them. They always do that. Nobody wants to join their forces either with these men ruling the streets. Reports have recently caught them wearing weird cartoon mask. While they're testing them out, it seems to be working. None of their facial features could be identified. While they have their body shapes, there are millions of men running around in this city just like them. Yeah, good luck with that.
They're coming, roaring through the streets. Sonntag was barely able to shut the door and dive into the bushes. Landing on his stomach, he growled at first. Then, he shifted his head to the side, catching a small glimpse of the police vehicle roaring down the street trying to find the criminals. Good. They're doing it again as always. He smirks to him, turning around to see Adam at the front door. It's already unlocked. He called for his significant other. When the other caught wind of this, he immediately turned around, got onto his feet and ran inside. They slammed their front door, locking it well. And pulled down the blinds to make it a clever cover-up. Kovic sighed, pulling off the mask from his head.
"These heads are tough to breathe in." Complained the healing gentleman. There's a bag on his back, a black plastic bag. He carelessly tossed it onto the unused second dinner table they have sitting by the front door. It was just some gold jewelry, and something else that had caught the men's eyes. Lawrence nodded, taking his off and placing it on the floor. He was covered in sweat, trying to breathe again. "Y-yeah."
"They work better than us switching our names."
There's a small smirk on Sonntag's lips. "Yeah, iJoel/i. They work so well for maybe the first ten minutes."
They're criminals, they're not all geniuses. They're idiots who have a lot of free time and enjoy terrorizing the cities in and around them. It's a game, they take what they want, and leave behind what they don't need. Disposing trash when appropriate. Fun, little things like that. Lawrence felt around on his person, whispering something to himself. Oh no, where could it have gone?
Kovic heads towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and grabs a cold bottle of water. He opens it, coming back to Sonntag's side. An eyebrow cocks curiously as he stares at the other. What is he trying to do, get himself ready for bed? Putting the bottle down after taking a generous slip from it, he nods towards his significant other. Lawrence doesn't respond at first. He soon does, trying to keep himself from freaking out. Frantic eyes stare up at Adam.
They weren't good. They weren't inviting. They're full of complete fear. Lawrence didn't wear gloves during this small robbery, figuring they'd get out clean. He screwed up.
i"I forgot my handgun."/i
"You mean. …?"
"We have to leave, right now. We have five minutes, we seriously need to fucking leave iright now./i"