[ Matt is silent for a long moment, listening to his sobs, fingers coming to tentatively wipe his tears away. His heart leaps into his mouth when he hears those three little words, three words that are more important to him than anything in the world, and he thinks of Kieren's laughter, soft and sweet.
He thinks of the fear, the terror that Kieren must've felt, the pain that even now tortures him. He pulls away only to rinse a towel, to dab it at his wounds to clean off the blood, wiping it carefully off his skin.
A pair of scissors cuts his shirt open so that he can get to the wounds there, too, cleaning it out with a care that is almost reverent. I love you. Matt finds that he can't say a word in response, trapped in his throat. He loves him. He loves him, and Matt, in turn, is going to ruin him.
You shouldn't, he wants to say, emotions roiling within him, threatening to overwhelm. It's his fault that they know who Kieren Walker is, now. He leans down to kiss him briefly on the lips, shaking his head wordlessly. ]
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He thinks of the fear, the terror that Kieren must've felt, the pain that even now tortures him. He pulls away only to rinse a towel, to dab it at his wounds to clean off the blood, wiping it carefully off his skin.
A pair of scissors cuts his shirt open so that he can get to the wounds there, too, cleaning it out with a care that is almost reverent. I love you. Matt finds that he can't say a word in response, trapped in his throat. He loves him. He loves him, and Matt, in turn, is going to ruin him.
You shouldn't, he wants to say, emotions roiling within him, threatening to overwhelm. It's his fault that they know who Kieren Walker is, now. He leans down to kiss him briefly on the lips, shaking his head wordlessly. ]
You need to rest. Let me take care of you.