"Don't ever do that again," Cain said, clutching on to Riff's jacket. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to keep from crying, but a tear still escaped. "Promise me you won't ever try that again, Riff. Promise me!" Cain screamed, and he felt like his insides were being ripped apart.
"I apologize, master Cain. It... it won't happen again. I won't try again," Riff said blankly, like he didn't believe what had just happened.
"Promise!" Cain said fiercely, grabbing more of Riff's jacket.
"I promise, master Cain," Riff said, putting an arm around Cain's waist to steady him. Cain choked back a sob.
It was fate that Cain had went looking for Riff, that he had walked by that room just before... He'd always, always have an image in his head of Riff standing there, the gun at his head, eyes closed. About to pull the trigger. The gun was now on the floor by Riff's feet. Cain had screamed, then ran at Riff, begging and pleading for him to drop the gun. Riff had looked at Cain, surprised, and let the revolver drop from his hand.
Cain wasn't going to ask Riff why, or chastise him. The only thing he was going to do would be to stay closer, stay attached to Riff's side, no matter what. Cain could not handle losing him.
"Master Cain... You care too much for me."
"That is my own decision, Riff," Cain said, looking up at Riff, seeing the sorrow in those beautiful blue eyes... His heart beat faster, and Cain struggled to control it. Riff always made him feel this way. He was perfect. No matter what happened, Riff would always be perfect to Cain.
Riff felt Cain's heartbeat speed up. "Master Cain-" Riff started, but was cut off when Cain gently touched his face. "I almost lost you, Riff," He whispered. It seemed the shock of the situation was finally catching up to him.
"I'm still here, Cain. I've learned. I won't leave you. I promise," Riff murmured, tightening his grip on Cain. Cain closed his eyes and sighed, thinking. Contemplating how life wouldn't have gone on, if he hadn't found Riff. He leaned against Riff, placing his ear above Riff's heart. He opened his eyes, and saw a clock in the room across the hall, and realized with a jolt that it was nearly two in the morning. He had a visit to the Worthington estate early tomorrow, that he still had to attend.
"Riff, it's late. We should get to bed. You're staying with me tonight," Cain said, letting go of Riff.
"Very well, master Cain," Riff said, and letting Cain lead the way out, and back to Cain's bedroom, but not before he paused, grabbed the revolver, and put it in his pocket.