Cancer Pink.

"You just be quiet." Shannon did laugh lightly though as he reached out to take Brice's hand, reassuring him that he was better than Killian had ever been.

Brice held on right, but it did not stop him from calling out to his father.
"Please do something with this disgrace for a person."
He hated Killian's guts.

Barry sighed, reaching out to take Killian's hand, tugging him away from Shannon.
"Brice." Shannon whined softly, though he leaned into his boyfriend.

Killian pulled his hand away, frowning at his father irritably. "Heh es depressin' mah pincesseh." The boy gave reason as to why he was messing with Shannon in the first place.

"It's not your job to help Shannon." Barry sighed. He wished his children would just get along. "Brice can take care of it."

"Not mah job?" Killian's eyes narrowed on his father. "Yar tha one tha needa ta worry about yar own job." The boy snorted as he moved back over to Shannon. Of course his father would side with Brice, always did. But Killian couldn't blame him, Brice had grown up with him after all.
"Princesseh, anythin' ah can doh fer ya?"

Shannon shot the man a grin as he hummed thoughtfully.
"Well you can always give me a massage. But that's not because I'm sick, that's just because I enjoy being pampered." He winked, his hand still firmly in Brice's.

"Someow' ah seen thes comin'" Killian did raise his hands to Shannon's neck, his fingers working the boys muscles. Brice watched him but said nothing, just holding onto Shannon.

Shannon groaned softly in pleasure, leaning his head forward to rest on Killian's shoulder as the man's hands worked on his neck.
"Thank you." He sang softly, grinning to himself.

"Onleh because yar sick er' else ah would tell ya ta get Briceh ta doh et." The smile was wearing a smile also though, rather amused with the way Brice glared at him.

"So this whole sick thing does have its perks." He grinned. "Although I will make Brice do it later." He nodded, winking at his lover.

Brice forced a light smile as he excused himself to go speak with Trever about the things he would need to do to care for Shannon.
"Every thin' as ets perks loveh." Killian nodded his head.

Shannon watched Brice leave before letting himself lean on Killian, sighing softly.
"I'm scared." He admitted, his voice low. All the symptoms Trever had informed him of... plus the chemo... it was overwhelming. But he didn't want to worry Brice. He knew Killian could handle it.

"Ah know ya are love." Killian wrapped Shannon up in his arms, his lips resting in the boys hair. "We all expect ya ta beh scared, but yar strong soh ah ave' faith that yar gonna beh alrigh'." The man did think of Shannon as a strong person, and even though he understood there was a great chance Shannon would not win this war, he was going to hold out his hope that Shannon would make it. "Ah'll beh 'ere for ya, always." He assured the boy.

"I know you will." Shannon sighed with a smile up at the man. "I love you." He murmured, hugging Killian tightly.

"Ah love ya too Dearie." Killian smiled lightly, pressing Shannon closer. "Ah guess ya should start chemoh today, goh ahead an start fightin' et off." He glanced over to his mother as he spoke, pleased that Trever was already setting the machines up.

"If I must." Shannon nodded, pulling a tiny hand mirror from the pocket in his skirt, looking at himself and taking in the way his face looked. He was in drag currently. He had felt beautiful upon arriving here. But this may be the last time he felt like that so he needed to remember it. He ran a hand through his wig, slipping it off and holding it in his lap as he put the mirror away, looking to Trever.

Killian, if only to get the boy to smile, took the wig from his lap and placed it upon his head, positioning over his short cropped black hair. After a moment as struggling, he finally turned a smile to Shannon.
"What doh ya think? Ah'm ah gorgeous?" He winked to the boy as Trever began hooking the boy to machines.

Shannon giggled at the other man, running his fingers through the long blonde locks.
"You're beautiful." He nodded, grinning at Killian. "You should let me do your makeup now." He winked.

"Will et make ya feel better?" Killian seemed to recoil at the thought, but one look at the machine his mother was hooking up had him on his knees in front of Shannon, calling for someone to get the boys make up for him.
"Thes es ah one time thing, love."

"Awww you're the best." Shannon beamed, running a hand over Killian's stubble. "You'll be a pretty girl."

"Ah'm nowt shavin." Killian reached up to lightly touch his stubled cheek, he liked his facial hair and it would be devastating for him to shave it...But for Shannon he supposed he might.
Only for Shannon.

"Oh fine." Shannon pouted lightly as his mother stepped in with his makeup kit. "You'll just be a bearded lady." He nodded, grinning wide as he examined the man's features.

Killian grinned lightly at that, nodding his head. "Ah would beh ah sexy bearded ladeh!" He enjoyed making Shannon happy though.

Shannon nodded happily as he picked out colors for the man's makeup and began to work, humming softly as he did so. He grinned proudly when finished, pecking Killian's cheek.
"Ta da! I might go lesbian for you." He nodded, pulling out his mirror so Killian could see himself.