A/N: Thing I have had lying around for a while
People had always told him he needed to let others in. That he needed to see people outside his bubble being happy before letting them inside so that he could be happy.
What a bunch of bullcrap.
That is until he felt the odd disturbance of someone trailing their sinful little claws on the bubble's surface, almost rupturing it before becoming a little bit more gentle.
He felt his world being taken down, before he could tell this person to stop. More importantly, he wasn't sure that he wanted it to stop.
He kind of liked it, this methodical ruin. It was gentle, yet painful to the touch.
"Can I keep you?": an accidental question with accidental implications.
A crack in the bubble's surface.
"Babe?": Not quite so accidental with complicated implications.
Suddenly, he couldn't stop calling him that. There were days when all he would call him was 'babe'.
He felt his bubble getting a little weaker.
Then soft little lips pressed against the bubble and he wanted to be free from it.
To kiss, to hug, to...
To...
When the bubble popped, only two people were seen outside it.