Dylan's facial expression was blank, as he looked up at Marco. Dylan was startled when Marco hopped of his lap and rushed to the back into the bedroom. "I knew you'd hate me!" Marco yelled from behind the door. Dylan got up from the table, rushing to the back of the apartment to bedroom door.

"Marco, open the door." Dylan called, leaning against the frame of the door. He knocked a few times and listened for any movement behind the door. "Baby, please?" Dylan begged the boy.

"Don't you wanna run away? You can't take care of me. Your a hockey star Dylan. You don't wanna waste your time with me. I already fucked up so much already." Marco could be heared sobbing in the room. "Babe, dont talk like that. I love you and I'd never leave you alone." Dylan said, against the wood of the door seperating them.

"Just open the door. Everything will be fine." Dylan continued on. The bed creaked, Dylan could make out what sounded like foot steps toward the door, and then it stopped suddenly. "Your not mad at me?" Marco said, quietly.

"Marco, you should know I'd never leave you over this. I love you more than anything." Dylan stood patiently waiting on his boyfriend to open the door. After a few minutes Marco finally opened the door, tears stained his cheeks, and eyes were drowning. "Oh, baby." Dylan said, picking Marco up wrapping his legs aroudn hsi waist, and holding him up by his butt. "Stop crying. There's no need for tears." Dylan walked Marco into their joined bathroom and sat him on the counter.

Dylan wiped away Marco's tears with many tissues, spent awhile in the bathroom reassuring Marco that'd it'd be just fine. After 20 minutes of it, he carried Marco back in the bedroom, and layed him down. He stripped Marco of his pants, left him in just his boxers and Dylan's jersey. He tucked him in and layed with him until he fell asleep.

When Dylan was sure Marco was asleep for good, he got back up, and cleaned the kitchen before going back into the bedroom with Marco. He stripped into just his boxers, wrapping his arms around Marco's waist after turning the lights off. He layed there for what seemed like hours before he himself drifted into his own slumber.