A/N: Sometimes I feel like nobody likes sad endings and I wanted to write one, so I did.
Not really a Drabble, since it's slightly too long. I'll just call it baby-Oneshot.
It wasn't right to care more.
He needed to stay in control.
He had to be the supervisor they all needed him to be.
He wouldn't allow himself to have a fucking breakdown in front of everyone!
At least that was what James Lester thought he had to do, right before his legs gave away and he fell forwards with a sob he couldn't suppress any longer. He came to a halt on his knees, right next to the still form of his beloved scientist, his fingertips brushing the side of the boys smooth face.
His sight got blurry when he felt wetness on his cheeks and for a brief moment he thought he should feel embarrassed, but it was gone when he grabbed at the body and pulled him onto his lap, burying his face in dark hair, the agony ripping at his heart like he imagined a future predator would rip through human flesh.