Broken Angel part 8
Fred held Jim's hand, and led him in to his home. Jim simply fallowed numbly. Fred was on his lat nerve. He had just seen the man he held a crush on for years die three days ago, and just attended his funeral. To make things worse Jim might as well be dead, as closed of as he was. Fred spent this whole period with Jim trying to be strong, but even Fred Lou had his limits.
Fred turned to look at Jim. "Jim talk to me." He commanded.
Jim did not even respond. He stared off in to space oblivious to Fred and the rest of the world. "Damn it Jim. Look at me." Fred shouted, and roughly grabbed Jim's chin to make Jim look at him. "I can't take this any more." Fred continued. "I just lost one of the most important people in my life, and I'm not losing the most important. So quit hiding."
Jim asked bewildered and tentatively, "What do you want?"
Fred stared intensely into Jim's eyes, and with all the strength he could muster answered Jim, "I want to know how you feel. I want to know why you feel the way you do. I want to help you heal. And most of all I want you." Tears from pent up emotion rolled down Fred's face. He embraced Jim, and continued crying in to the crook of Jim's neck.
"It hurts me to see you hurt. I love you, Jim." Fred told him gently.
Some how Fred cracked Jim's shell. Unsure of himself Jim combed his fingers through Fred's hair. Comforting the man that did the best to comfort him was a stronger medicine than any would expect. Giving love felt just as good as receiving it. Cleansing tear fell from Jim's eyes. "Gene is gone isn't he?" Jim questioned.
Fed lifted his face to look Jim in the eyes. "Yes he is, angel." Fred answered.
"Then this is not a dream." Jim stated to him self defeated. He had hoped that this was some terrible nightmare. Then a glimmer of hope flashed on Jim's face. "That means you are real."
Fred nodded yes. Jim then exclaimed happily, "Thank the gods." He launched him self on Fred knocking them both on the floor. Jim hugged Fred for dear life. He sobbed from the pain of his loses and for the joy of gaining Fred. After recovering from the initial shook Fred caressed Jim's back to sooth, and held Jim closer to him if that was possible.
Slowly Jim quieted, and when he stopped crying Jim told Fred with a tiered voice. "Thank you for caring. I think I love you too." Then Jim fell asleep emotionally and physically tiered.
Fred held Jim's hand, and led him in to his home. Jim simply fallowed numbly. Fred was on his lat nerve. He had just seen the man he held a crush on for years die three days ago, and just attended his funeral. To make things worse Jim might as well be dead, as closed of as he was. Fred spent this whole period with Jim trying to be strong, but even Fred Lou had his limits.
Fred turned to look at Jim. "Jim talk to me." He commanded.
Jim did not even respond. He stared off in to space oblivious to Fred and the rest of the world. "Damn it Jim. Look at me." Fred shouted, and roughly grabbed Jim's chin to make Jim look at him. "I can't take this any more." Fred continued. "I just lost one of the most important people in my life, and I'm not losing the most important. So quit hiding."
Jim asked bewildered and tentatively, "What do you want?"
Fred stared intensely into Jim's eyes, and with all the strength he could muster answered Jim, "I want to know how you feel. I want to know why you feel the way you do. I want to help you heal. And most of all I want you." Tears from pent up emotion rolled down Fred's face. He embraced Jim, and continued crying in to the crook of Jim's neck.
"It hurts me to see you hurt. I love you, Jim." Fred told him gently.
Some how Fred cracked Jim's shell. Unsure of himself Jim combed his fingers through Fred's hair. Comforting the man that did the best to comfort him was a stronger medicine than any would expect. Giving love felt just as good as receiving it. Cleansing tear fell from Jim's eyes. "Gene is gone isn't he?" Jim questioned.
Fed lifted his face to look Jim in the eyes. "Yes he is, angel." Fred answered.
"Then this is not a dream." Jim stated to him self defeated. He had hoped that this was some terrible nightmare. Then a glimmer of hope flashed on Jim's face. "That means you are real."
Fred nodded yes. Jim then exclaimed happily, "Thank the gods." He launched him self on Fred knocking them both on the floor. Jim hugged Fred for dear life. He sobbed from the pain of his loses and for the joy of gaining Fred. After recovering from the initial shook Fred caressed Jim's back to sooth, and held Jim closer to him if that was possible.
Slowly Jim quieted, and when he stopped crying Jim told Fred with a tiered voice. "Thank you for caring. I think I love you too." Then Jim fell asleep emotionally and physically tiered.