Pitch-black hair floating like silk around these soft features of the young man lying right next to him. A gentle smile rests on his lips. He would do everything to protect him, no matter what. As the older one, it's his job to assure he's safe and sound. That no harm will ever hit what is precious to him. Gently he brushes aside these dark strands. Watches as the younger one sleeps. If his light will keep him sane, then he stays with him until death will part them. Even if he has to become stained by the darkness.