Waking up on a cot in the nurse's office and immediately getting a lecture about how he couldn't stay there, they didn't care if it wasn't his fault, he needed to find someplace else to be until this all blew over was the biggest bunch of bullshit he'd ever experienced. He stood in the front office, waving his hands, shouting, and to everyone else, it might've sounded like two adults having a discussion, but what it really was, was a bunch of grown ass adults kicking a kid out of his home because they didn't know how to deal with his grownup dick around their impressionable young charges.

"I'm fifteen, you assholes," he muttered, shoving things into his backpack, still wobbly on his feet from sleeping for two straight days. He didn't even have time to deal with any of it-- with the fact that he'd watched Jamie nearly bleed to death, with the fact that he was pretty sure his boyfriend was Captain Hook. All he could do was get away from them all, with their concerned helplessness and complete lack of understanding. He'd never hated the Home more than he did in that moment, stomping out onto the street and calling for a cab.

It was then that he realized how weird everyone treated him. Like... he was an adult. Like he had some kind of authority. It might've been cool, if he wasn't sick to his stomach, and turning up at Elio and Oliver's place didn't really ease his anxiety. They had their own shit to deal with. Elio seemed really freaked out, understandably, and Oliver never seemed to know what to do with him. Now, especially.

So, when he got the text from Jamie, he hurried out on the porch, sitting wrapped in a blanket on the wicker loveseat, wearing ill-fitting clothes he'd borrowed from Elio, having ditched the weird scrubs they'd put him in at the nurse's office. He shuddered, thinking about the nurse changing him while he slept.

"Assholes," he muttered again, perking up only when he saw Jamie coming around the bend in Elio and Oliver's driveway.