"We can't do this." Collins voice was commanding and yet somehow revealed his fear at the same time. A hand came to press against Benny's chest, gently pushing the other male away. "We can't do this. Not now, not yet.."
"I-I know." Benny started, the fear blatant in his voice. Pulling away, he came to sit at the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry." Barely a whisper.
"It's not your fault," Collins had came to rest on top of Benny's. "It was nobody's fault, we never knew."
"I...You...You don't deserve this, you don't deserve a death sentence."
"Neither do you."