Hey! Some chick named Brooklyn wanted me to write some SetoSolace, and I can't refuse one of the best pairings ever! (Oh yeah, and I had to take part of your storyline. Sorry!)

Seto drops his book bag, tired and sick. Trudging down the hall, wanting sleep more than ever, he hears sobbing. The source was his beautiful blonde, Brice, who was sitting in the bathroom, fresh cuts up and down his arms. "Brice?" Brice swung his head up, eyes full of tears. "Seto...your home..early..." Brice got up and started to clean his cuts, being stopped by Seto. "Why did you do this to yourself? Brice, you have everything you ever needed." He held his wrist, voice caring but cold. "I don't need all of it, Seto. I don't deserve you, or your magic, or my friends, or my art skills..." He stares into the bloodstained sink, crying. "What? Brice, if anything, I don't deserve you." He runs his hand over the blood, making it disappear. "You...do deserve me, though." Brice looks up at the mirror, seeing his own messed up hair, blue eyes shining with starry tears. "Yes. You. Do. You need and deserve it. You are perfect by any definition of the word." Seto turns Brice's head, and kisses his forehead softly, before looking into his eyes. "I happen to know that you're the perfect one, love." Brice giggles and hugs Seto, smiling but still crying. Seto carries the sleepy and crying Brice to the bedroom, tucking him in and kissing his nose, the other already sound asleep. "You need it, my love."

Dang, this is short, but it took me forever. I still hope you like it, Brooklyn!