Saying Allen hadn't cried in a while wasn't true, sure he shed a few tears here and there but nothing like this in a while. Tears were rolling down his cheeks like warm rain in the middle of a storm. He didn't even bother wiping them or trying to stop them currently. He felt like shit, he regretted everything he had done in the past hour to the point of throwing up not twenty minutes ago.
"God DAMMIT why isn't he answering?" Kanda hissed as he desperately tried to call Allen for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He was more worried than pissed right now as he quickly headed to his boyfriends apartment. Quickly walking up to the door and ringing it a couple of times before slamming his fist against the door before hearing a muffled and weak "One minute..." from the other side of the door.
"K-Kanda?" Allen cleared his throat as he opened the door and hid mostly behind it, hiding the lose and not-so-well placed band-aids on his legs.
Kanda licked his lips and sighed in relief "You told me you cut yourself again."
"Its not as bad as other times..."
Kanda tipped his head to the side with a near unreadable expression before stepping in slowly. Allen closed the door behind him.
"Let me see them."
"What? No. I told you it wasn't bad."
"You don't usually hide the from me like that."
Allen sniffed and reflexively covered his band-aid covered thighs before starting to cry again and collapsing on the ground "I'msorryI'msorry'msorry." he muttered and whined between the most INTENSE sobs Kanda had ever seen.
Kanda took a sharp breath before sitting on the ground and pulling Allen into lap and into a gently but firm hug, his jacket still a little cold from his fast walk over. Not that it would matter much in the next few minutes and a LOT of proper bandages on Allen's legs.
It took a few hours and a TON of coaxing before Allen even tried to drink water after calming down to the point of reason. Kanda had worked with him on this before, but didn't try to dwell on what might have caused him to relapse unless Allen wanted to talk about it. He knew better and didn't want more crying from his already exhausted counterpart.
Allen insisted, well about begged Kanda to stay as long as he could manage, which would be a few days but he'd need to grab extra clothes.
Later in the night when Kanda had returned with his bags he found Allen asleep on the couch where he had left him, on his side, face away from the couch back and hips on the side with his legs placed so the bandages weren't sticking to each other.
He set his bag down and picked him up before carrying him to his room and laying him on his bed. He stiffened and looked at the mess Allen had left on the ground next to the bed and pulling a cover over him.
"Leave me to clean up for you why don't you..." Kanda mumbled before picking everything up and disposing old bloody rags and tossing a couple of towels in the washer.
"Kanda...?" Allen stirred when the washer door slammed shut and was ready to freak out again, and tensed with tears welling in his eyes before Kanda poked his head back into Allens small room,
"What?"
"I heard the door.."
"I've been back a while now." He mumbled before leaving again.
"You changing?"
Kanda snorted "No i'm stripping, asshole."
"Not even a strip tease for me...?" Allen teased, his voice cracked from the strain of talking.
"Nope."
"Are you staying in the couch tonight?"
Kanda grunted in annoyance "Why does it sound like you want something?"
Allen let out and annoyed hiss through grit teeth "Stay in my bed tonight."
"No."
"... Is this a punishment for cutting?"
"No." Kanda's tone was a little softer this time, but still firm.
"You sure?"
"Does it feel like a punishment that I won't sleep in the same bed as someone who has cuts on his legs and bruises easy?"
"Yes."
Kanda sighed.
