He didn't admit to the pain that endangered his tiny and sickly scarred body. His habit to ingest everything he finds entranced to in taste caused the worst problem. He didn't try to stop, ever, he kept on gnawing and chewing the toxic amount of sugar and fat. He didn't care about the cavities troubling his strong, sharp teeth.
He ate so much and slept so little. His hygiene was fine, brushing his teeth even when the ached horribly. Showers were quick scrubs of shampoo and soup, that was that. The water he promised himself would be blazing hot, just because he deserved every drop of agony.
"Another bag?" He noticed the voice of his partner above him. He didn't notice he was there. His ears didn't pick up the loud footsteps from the staircase, his senses didn't feel warm eyes set on him as lifting the garbage can lid, he didn't feel the same phenomenal love in his chest at the presence of his bo