61 Danny's POV

"It was for the best, she, she loved me. It wasn't abuse, it wasn't abuse." Tom was whispering.

I couldn't get Tom to say anything more, nothing was coming out of his mouth apart from 'she didn't abuse me' or something along those lines. Nothing else came out, he was just repeating it, over and over and over again, like he couldn't stop. He physically couldn't stop, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop saying it, no matter how many times I told him that it was okay, we didn't have to talk about it.

"She, she didn't. she loved me, she loved me. It was for the best." Tom whispered as Harry and Dougie sat down, looking at them like he was trying desperately for them to understand what he was saying too.

"It's alright Tom, you don't have to say anything to us about it." Harry gave him a gentle smile, both hands still protective around Dougie's middle, despite sitting down. His grip was so tight, I was surprised he wasn't hurting his husband. Not that I blamed him for holding him like that, this place seemed to make him very protective, more protective than I could have imagined.

I wanted to do the same with Tom, but doubted I would be able to any time soon. He looked as if the simplest of touch would shatter him into pieces, or make him snap even further than he already had. Still, I wanted to hold him in my arms, tell him that it was all okay, that he'd get through this, that we'd all get through this together. I wanted to pick up all the pieces that made him and put them back together again, until he stopped acting like this, and moved on in whatever way he could.

"She loved me, I swear she loved me." Tom said again, somehow not disturbing Buzz. The baby was asleep in his carrier, though I had to admit, he didn't look at all peaceful. His tiny face was screwed up in what could have been worry, or he was being disturbed from his sleep by our voices. At least he wasn't awake, I wouldn't want him to see his father looking like this, or hearing any of this, if he didn't have to, even if he couldn't understand what was going on.

"It's okay Tom, we know that. And we can go home now, if you want, or you can stay here too, if you want, or need, too." Harry was saying, I'd half heard the conversation between, him, Dougie and Natasha, and I really didn't like the idea of Tom staying the night. Even with Natasha's reassurances that he'd be allowed home again once he was alright, and that Buzz would not be taken from him, I still felt like I couldn't trust that.

I knew I could trust this place, knew it because Tom had been here before, and Dougie had stayed here before. But it didn't feel right, leaving Tom to go home, and pretend that things were fine. He didn't deserve to be left here like some sort of forgotten thing, it didn't feel right. It wasn't right, in the slightest. Tom deserved to come home. He deserved to be in his own house, surrounded by his own comforts, not snuck away and kept in a blank, white hospital, away from the things that could make him feel safe.

But at the same time, could we look after him? I didn't know if we could. He was in such a state, he needed help, and I didn't think any of us knew what to do to help him. It wasn't... we hadn't dealt with this before. We'd dealt with him being silent, or really angry, things like that. Nothing like this though, never anything like this. Not this repetition, or the fear on his face, none of it. How did you even begin with something like this?!

"Tom, would you like to go home, or stay here? You can stay here and talk to me some more if you want to, and Buzz can stay too if you wish. It's up to you though, and whatever you choose, it's okay." Natasha came over too, her voice so gentle. I don't think I had ever heard her so gentle in my life, and yet it wasn't grating, or condescending. It was just right.

"I, I want to go home." Tom whispered. I was more than happy to take him, but what did we do with him like this?! I didn't know, and I was scared about how this was going to unfold.