SHOW ME HOW TO BREATHE, (r)

[demitri]

Oh. Oh dear. He really messed up this time, didn't he? His eyes widened, trembling quietly in fear. The shattered pieces of glass reflected the wizard, the waiter nearly dropping the platter on the ground in fear. H- He didn't mean to break it! It just kind of ... it just kind of broke! He didn't mean to! Oh, he was really going to get it now from Callum... he was going to be in so much trouble. He didn't want to break anything. He didn't mean to break anything. He couldn't put it together. He looked up a bit panicked at the people at the table. Oh no. Oh no.

They were probably really mad because he had dropped it like that. They probably thought that he was really clumsy. Or stupid for dropping something like that. He must have been embarrassing when they were like this. He probably embarrassed Callum b- because he dropped it! He took a step back, drawing the tray closer to hide his face in fear. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to go. He didn't want them to judge him! He didn't mean to mess up! Maybe it was all in their head? They didn't even look like they were mad but ... but what if they were just too polite to say anything? P- People did that right? Didn't they?

He dropped the tray lower, bowing quietly in fear. "I- I'm s- so sorr- ry!" Demitri shouted suddenly, turning away and fleeing into the kitchen to hide. How embarrassing. They must have been complaining about him already... what kind of person ran away from their job? And he didn't even clean up the glass... he didn't even clean it up... what if they stepped on it and got hurt? Then it wouldn't just be him in trouble but other people would be in trouble too, wouldn't they? Oh god... his breath hitched in his throat, the teenager looking up quietly before he leaned back against the wall. He slid down, pulling his knees to his chest and hiding his face.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence as to how he ended up hiding in the kitchen, he thought. His breathing grew heavier as he remained still. Trying hard not to cry right then and there. He was really so pathetic... Callum would definitely fire him! And ... and! But then again. He was really nice... because he never fired him! But he didn't know anymore... maybe he got really fed up with dealing with him and ... and him breaking everything and hiding ... he heard a voice then, the brunette surprised by another's arrival. His head shot up immediately, eyes wide as words spilled past his lips a mile a minute.

"I'm so sorry! I- I didn- didn't mean to and then i- it just broke! And then I d- didn't clean it up! And I'm ju- just really nervous and people scare me and... and!" He dropped his head again to hide his face. Hide his everything as he leaned back against the wall. "I'm really sorry..." He almost hiccuped, Demi half crying and afraid all at the same time. This was just too much... what was he even thinking? Leaving the forest and trying to talk to people... maybe he should have just gone back and stopped causing trouble for everyone else.

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[callum]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] There was a crash and a clatter and the sound of breaking glass. Before Callum even left the back office he knew what had happened, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was Demitri, he knew it already. That bumbling, horribly shy and clumsy waiter of his...some days that boy got on his last nerve. "That boy." As if the kid was that much younger than him. Sometimes running this place made him feel like he was fifty years old, and his sore joints and muscles often backed that thought up. He'd have to go see Aveline about something to help with that, but those thoughts got pushed to the back of his mind as he heard the screeching and wailing coming from the dining area now. Ah, now Demi was doing his trademark apology. Leaving the office he hurried out to the front, where he saw the scene but no Demitri. Pardoning the accident and apologizing to the startled couple (who happened to have a table right in front of the broken glass mess) he got to work in sweeping all the glass shards up and soaking up the liquid that was spreading out over the wooden floor with a spare rag. After everything in the dining area was cleaned up, he sighed and made his way to the kitchen. He supposed the shy waiter would be hiding in his usual spot, and his assumptions were correct. Walking into the kitchen, the brunette was cowering in the corner, his face in his hands. He must have heard Callum enter because he immediately started to apologize. Demitri...well, in all honesty, he really deserved to be fired. But for some reason the redhead couldn't bring himself to do that. The kid had nowhere else to go...even if he was the worst waiter on the peninsula, he had to stay somewhere, and - even though he'd never admit it - Cal wouldn't want him to be on the street. "Would you stand up and stop crying?" he sighed. "It's not that big of a deal. Glasses are a dime a dozen and...well, yeah, you should have cleaned it up. Just...do that next time." It was hard to be angry at someone who was so apologetic and upset.

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[demitri]

He couldn't help but feel horrible. Maybe he should have just ran away from this, he thought. Maybe he should have just left. He felt horrible about the way that he kept breaking things. Kept causing trouble for him, he thought. He kept thinking that the other would shove him out the door eventually. But he never pushed him away. He kept causing trouble... he needed to try harder! Try not to drop things and get scared so easily.

He needed someone. Anyone to train him so he wouldn't freak out anymore... he felt horrible... he ... Callum was really nice. He really was for dealing with him all the time. Maybe he should have just gone off on his own and ran off in the forest. Live the rest of his life in the forest. Yes. He'd run away and change his name and raise alpacas, he thought. All the money were in alpacas. What could he even change his name to? But. If he left, then everything the other put up with was for nothing right?

So. So he should have stayed unless the other pushed him out of the door. He peeked up quietly, his reddened eyes lowering to the ground quietly. He sniffled, hiccuping a little. He needed to ... to stop crying. Guys didn't cry. You know. In public anyway. He moved to get up from the floor, shifting on his feet a bit nervously as he looked up at the other. He rubbed his eyes quietly, sniffling a bit. He bit his lip, swallowing as he tried to keep himself from crying anymore.

"O- Okay..." He murmured, looking up at the other briefly. He moved to pick up the platter left on the ground. His body trembled, Demitri hesitated to speak again. "I'm sorry... I'll... I'll try to do better! I can do better!" He said suddenly. "I promise... I... I will!" He replied, forcing a soft smile onto his lips. He wouldn't make him disappointed again! Or at least... he would try! He had to try. He had to try not to disappoint him anymore.

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[callum]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] Seriously, the sound of the kid crying was enough to break one's heart. A long sigh escaped Cal's lips as he grabbed a counter rag from a nearby shelf and handed it to Demitri so he could clean up his face. Despite the breakdown the kid seemed to be having, he really needed to get back out there and take orders. It was lunchtime, after all, and Callum always seemed to be short-staffed. "Stop apologizing," he said bluntly, scratching the back of his neck as Demitri climbed up off the floor and grabbed his serving tray. Taking the tray from him he set it in the sink and handed him one of those little notepads that waiters always used along with a pen. And Demitri kept rambling on and on about how he was sorry and how he didn't mean to and how it was a mistake and everything. All Cal could really do was listen and nod his head and keep saying "it's okay" and "don't apologize." One apology was enough, after all. He knew the kid was sorry - it was pretty obvious, anyway. "Er, right," he said when the brunette's demeanor suddenly changed, his expression perking up as a smile grew on his lips. He wasn't sure if it was forced or genuine, but it didn't matter at this point. It was busy out there and it might seem insensitive, but he really needed to get Demitri back on the floor. "If you just want to take orders I can have Elena deliver the food," he said. He should be tender about the subject but tenderness and tact wasn't something Callum was good at. Besides, he really didn't need any more accidents today...it was just one of those stressful days and he could feel the headache growing behind his temples. But before the kid left to go back out to work, he stopped him. "But...wait. You said you were afraid of people." 'If he's afraid of people he surely picked the wrong job,' he thought to himself. Hey, sometimes he could hold his sarcastic comments back. Sometimes. "You're not afraid of me, are you? I could try and help you with that." He wasn't much of a teacher but maybe Blythe could give him some pointers or maybe even help out. All he knew was that this kid definitely needed some kind of help so he didn't have a meltdown almost every day.

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