A/N: Hey! I have a new chapter, everyone. I hope you all enjoy!

Dylan had been waking up early lately, like six. It was odd for him because he was generally a late sleeper. He assumed it had something to do with his boyfriend's condition. He had an anxiety when it came to leave him alone even for five minutes. Though he knew it was unlikely that anything would happen, he also felt it had been unlikely for something like this to happen to him. He was learning to never be too careful when it came to the boy in his arms. Arms, yes, he was in his arms. It felt good to be able to say that.

He propped himself up on his elbow to cautiously watch Marco sleep. Believe it or not, Dylan felt it was the most calming feeling in the world to just lay there and watch as his chest moved slowly up and down as he breathed. Marco was a very light sleeper, though. If he heard even a sneeze, the slumber would end.

Dylan, of course, knew enough that he had to be quiet. However, he couldn't help but want to say something to know. He wanted to say anything to assure him, even if he didn't feel it himself, that everything would be okay in the end. He didn't know how to do that.

He ran his hands through Marco's smooth hair. Marco slightly twitched at the movement. "It's okay," he said softly.

Marco moved in closer to Dylan's chest, showing he wanted closer contact. Dylan tightened his arm round his back. He knew that Marco was close to awaking completely, but he didn't let go.

He kissed the top of his head. "I love you," he whispered pushing his hair back.

"Mm," Marco mumbled barely coherently. He sighed. "Tired,"

"Go back to sleep," Dylan said, laughing.

"Can't. You already woke me up," he hit him playfully.

"So, want to talk about your dream?" Dylan asked. He felt bad about bringing it up, but wondered what had been enough to bring him to the awful state.

"Umm, no," he said, sitting up.

"You sure?"

"Very," he answered without hesitation.

It had only been a few days, but Dylan felt that Marco had made progress. Of course, he still remembered nothing, but he was more trusting. Although no one believed him, Dylan felt he was a little more aware.

"Okay, so, what do you want to do today?"

"Anything," Marco answered vaguely. "Maybe more sleep,"

He laughed. "No, let's get up." He pulled on his hands until he stood with him.

Dylan brought Marco to the living room. He told him to sit down and asked what he wanted for breakfast. For some reason, he felt, once again, like he was talking to a child. Marco really couldn't take care of himself anymore, which was really sad considering Marco was the smartest, most mature boy he had ever known. Now, his whole being was just gone.

"Marco,"

"Yes?" he responded.

"In case you were wondering, I'm a bad cook. I can barely put together a cheese sandwich. You always did that stuff," he laughed.

"Oh, well, I could try to learn…I mean, my memory isn't that shot…well, yes, I suppose it is…"

"Who would teach you, anyway?"

"Good point. How about we skip breakfast?" Marco suggested.

Dylan sat down next to him on the couch. "I avoided doing this because it's not pleasant, but…we do need to talk," Dylan said slowly.

"Okay," Marco replied, looking concerned. "Well, what is it?"

"You went through a lot in tenth grade with coming out,"

"Ellie told me," he interrupted.

"Not everything. Please listen,"

Marco nodded, so Dylan went on. "Well, you see, you had issues with Spinner, first of all. You'd gotten bashed and went through major catastrophes. Your homophobic parents even showed up on our first date," he laughed as he saw Marco's confused face. "Don't even ask.

"Anyway, you'd gone through so much with Spinner and the…uh…gay bashers, we'll call him, that I guess you were terrified of your parents finding out. I convinced you to tell your mother as you were in eleventh grade, I was in my freshman year at college…and she's already pretty much guessed. Since I didn't care who knew about me, I wanted to push you a little bit more out of the closet; even if it was hard for you, it needed to be done,"

"I don't see why Ellie couldn't have told me this…" Marco stated, confused.

"Anyway," Dylan pressed on as though there had been no interruption. Apparently, he was determined to get this out as quickly as possible. "You and I had been going great together…for a year. From the end of your tenth grade, till the end of your eleventh, we'd been going strong. However, at the end of eleventh, we had a bit of umm…god, this is hard."

Marco scooted closer to him. "Don't worry. This it about the break-up, isn't it? Is it the thing you wouldn't tell me?"

Dylan nodded. "Okay, well…here it goes. I screwed up big time. I was…the type of person who wasn't ready to be with you maturely. I had to be with hundreds of others…I don't know why, but in the end, you caught me with another guy,"

Marco blinked. "So, you cheated on me?" he asked bitterly.

"Please don't hate me because there's more I need to say in order for my guilt to be complete. I told you I wanted to be with other guys as well. I told you that I loved you and that it was my freedom and I was…well, free to do what I wanted with that. You agreed. You believed it was my freedom, but if I couldn't give that part of me up, you'd leave."

"So, I…left?" He put his hand down into his hands, shaking back and forth. Marco worried for a moment, but realized he was trying to remember, so he let him be.

"Yes, you did. And it's a damn good thing too. You made me change myself, like I needed to. Do you want to know about coming out to your dad?" Dylan asked, desperate for the next important stage.

"No, thanks. I think I would like to go lie back down a bit," he began to walk down the hallway. "Alone, please," he added, in case Dylan decided to follow.

When the door closed, Dylan let himself fall to the couch. "OH MY GOD!" he shouted. "I had it…the trust was there and I saw it…" he whispered. "God, it's gone again!"

Marco opened the door. Dylan wasn't sure what he was planning on doing, but he didn't walk too far out. It turned out, he came out simply to ask him a request.

"Is the shouting really all that necessary?" he asked, irritated. Yes, the trust was definitely gone. He had known they'd broken up. Dylan wondered why this came as such a blow. He wanted to ask him why he hadn't trusted him when he first woke up. He wanted to beg him, on his hands and knees, to trust him again; tell him to understand.

Instead his response was, "No, I'm sorry. I'll stop,"

Marco hung there for a moment and Dylan waited for something. "Umm…are you okay?" Dylan asked.

He shook his head. "When we left the hospital, you told me you'd never hurt me, but obviously you did…I don't…I don't know how I can stay here with you. I don't know how to tell if you're giving the truth,"

A/N: I know it wasn't too long. I hope it was worth the read, though. :) Please review.