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Warning: Oh, yes. xD This may contain spoilers, just so you know. :3

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It had only been a few times.

Only a few times for it to happen, and once it did, he knew there was no way to stop it. The long trip took him downhill into a whole new pit of depression.

One that grasped at his very heart and tugged until it ached with the truth. The truth of never being loved by the one you loved and admired the most. Because that person, whom he had grown to love, didn't love him back. That person loved another.

Hope sighed and rolled over onto his side. It had been a long day, Snow told everyone to rest for tomorrow, but Hope was still on edge and couldn't stop his mind from going over everything he knew and didn't know. He knew that his heart was beating quickly; he just didn't want to believe it. He knew that it happened every time Snow had touched him.

Even when he had tried to kill Snow, the man was forgiving and tried to save him. Hope had felt himself fall, being wrapped up in those strong arms before he lost consciousness. This was the first time he'd noticed such things. Snow also helped him back up while he, himself was injured, carrying Hope the whole way.

He just didn't know if he hated Snow anymore. He didn't know how his mother died. He didn't know who he should blame. His mind had broken when these odd feelings in his chest had occurred. And now? He didn't know if anything was real or if he was imagining things.

"I hate you," he whispered to himself, fat tears strolled down his cheeks as he sat up. Hunched over with his face in his hands, Hope cried out his pain, his confusion, his love, and his hate. "B-but..I love you too," he stammered as his shoulders shook with his pained sobs.

While Hope tried to rid himself of his childish tears before someone heard him a rough hand was placed on his shoulder. He stiffened and kept his face down, his blue eyes widening. He took a shaky deep breath and stared up at the older man. Hope's eyes narrowed slightly and more tears streamed down his face.

Snow could only stare at Hope. His facial features softened and he reached over to push the younger boy's hair out of his face. "What's wrong?" Snow whispered quietly.

Hope just let his face fall again and gazed into his lap. Small tears still flowing from his eyes, calming down a bit he sniffled. Though by this point his painful sobs were replaced with pathetic little hiccups, he still didn't dare to look back at Snow.

"Nothing," he mumbled out, his shoulders shaking with his hiccups. Why was the one to find him Snow? Why not Lightning or Fang, anyone else but Snow. Snow watched the teen with a frown and decided that it would be best not to pry. But a larger part of him really wanted to get down to the problem, telling him to keep asking, to find out what Hope was doing, and saying.

Snow glanced away from the smaller boy and stared off into the dark brush. There could be PSICOM lurking around, or any other harmful creature for that matter. He had to wonder if Fang and Lightning were alright. Hope peered at Snow through his eyelashes and furrowed his eyebrows.

His cheeks were rosy with embarrassment and his hair clung to his face. When Snow looked back down at the youth he smiled softly. "Is..This about Nora?" the man asked, "or maybe your dad?"

Hope shook his head and lay back down. He stretched out slightly and then rolled over to lie on his side. While Snow just observed and waited until Hope's breathing wasn't erratic, but calm and quiet. Once he heard the other drift off he smiled softly and tugged off his coat and laid it over top of the sleeping boy.

Before leaving to go rest himself he patted the boy's head and with that he walked off to find someplace comfortable for the night.