What if you could read your lover's thoughts?

No more secrets.. no more hiding.

Matthew stared in bafflement at the sign on a table. He'd been walking through the mall with no problem, a couple bags in hand. His stance swayed slightly as his blue-violet eyes stared at the soft pink bottle. Though the mallw as full of people, nobody paid him any mind, as per usual.

~"Gilbert, what's wrong..?" He'd asked. The albino that slept next to him had a shaking hand to his head as he stayed silent.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Before Matthew could even say anything in response, the man would slip out of the bed and leave the room quickly.

Matthew took careful, silent steps toward the unmanned table. The white cloth over the small table was creased under the weight of the sign.

~"Hey why are y-you ignoring me.. Why don't y-you talk to ..me..?" Matthew stammered. His stutter was normally gone with Gilbert around, but he couldn't help it if he felt that his husband was hiding something from him. The albino watched Matthew with tired eyes as he spoke, but stayed silent. There was so much he wanted to say, but not the words to say it in...

"..I talk to you just fine, Birdie.. Are you alright?" he asked. in reply. Matthew would stare into the crimson eyes of his mate, and just knew he was hiding something.

Flustered and unable to speak anymore, he would leave the room.

He stopped just beside the table. His arms shook as he kept himself from snatching it. Was there someone to explain this? Why was he the only one who knew? Would it be alright to just take it? ...it wouldn't be right though.

Normally Gilbert wouldn't hide anything from him. Normally, the albino would tell him if something was wrong, especially since he knew how much his husband would worry, but...

...A week.

It had been a week since this began. Sleepless nights and quiet days. Sure, they would spent time together simply watching old musicals, or walking around in the park, but it felt like he wasn't all there. Even in his daze, Gilbert would try to show his husband the care he used to. Show him that he still loved him and would do anything for him, but there was always that tired look on his visage, and the far-away look in his eyes. The general sense that something just wasn't right.

And it hurt him.

Matthew put his hand on the cloth, letting the fabric graze agaisnt his skin, before he quickly reached out and grabbed the bottle from the table. His body shook as he stared at the disturbed pink liquid inside the bottle. it felt weird to take things, especially from here, but it... it was for the greater good.

It was decided. This isn't stealing. He'd come back and set things right after his purpose was fufilled... when there was someone to apologize to. He needed this more than anything right now.

Turning on his heels, he left the table's side, failing to notice the sign had changed. His blue-violet eyes were staring downa t the bottle, his steps weaving through the mass of people almost flawlessly. This had to work. He didn't want to lose him.

What if you could read your lover's thoughts?

Would you ever look at him the same, Matthew?