Chris wiped away tears from his face, he felt stupid for crying. He knew Eddie was willing to help him with whatever problems he was having, but he felt like Eddie would probably feel disgusted by him and how his wrist, arms and even torso were covered in scars. He already looked terrible and the scars would just make him look more unappealing. He heard Eddie moving around by the door and let out a sigh. Eddie shouldn't be worrying about him, he wasn't worth it.

"Chris, I just want to talk."Eddie leaned against the bedroom door. He'd been trying to get him out of the room for a while now. Chris had been avoiding him after what happened on the couch in the morning. He tried to get him to talk about it later on in the night, but that just ended in a huge argument."Open the door."Chris didn't answer. Eddie sighed and brushed his hair back. He didn't get the mood swings Chris was having and it frustrated him, but that didn't mean he had to yell at him like he did earlier."Chris...please." He moved the door knob around a few times and knocked. Chris still didn't open.

"I've got all day, Carino."Eddie sat down on the floor with his back against the door."And I'm not going to move away from here until you open this door and talk to me."

Chris sat at the edge of the bed; his hands fidgeting with the small blade in his hands. He looked at the cuts he'd just made on his arm with disgust. Eddie deserved way better than someone like him. Chris looked up at the door. 'Why do you care so much?'

Eddie yawned. He didn't get much sleep during the car ride back home so he felt like he could pass out at any moment. No, he couldn't fall asleep. What if Chris needed him? But after a few minutes he felt his eyes slowly start closing. His eyes shot open again when he felt the door open behind him nearly making him fall backwards.

Chris looked down at Eddie with a raised brow."You seriously haven't moved from that spot?"

Eddie jumped up to his feet and straightened himself out."Nope. " He replied.

Chris felt a bit of guilt now."Sorry, I shouldn't have locked you out like that."Eddie just shrugged."Don't be. You were upset I get it."Eddie said with a slight smile.

The way Eddie was acting just made him feel even guiltier. 'You shouldn't care about me like this…I'm not worth it.'

The Latino put his hand on Chris' shoulder."Just…don't ever do that again,Papi." Eddie whispered."It worries me."

Chris frowned. He didn't realize how he was making Eddie feel with his actions."It won't happen again, I promise."

"Good." Eddie smiled and pecked Chris on the lips."You feel like talking now?"He asked."I won't yell at you this time. Te lo prometo."

Chris shook his head."Not now."He pulled Eddie close and hugged him."I rather just relax for a little while."He didn't want to bother Eddie with his dumb thoughts right now.

Eddie tried not to frown, he wanted to know what was wrong with Chris, but couldn't force him into talking. "Ok." He murmured."But we'll talk about what happened later."

Chris groaned. "Yeah, sure, Can we just get in the bed and relax for a bit already?" Chris looked at Eddie and forced a smile." You look tired and a bit wearied out, you could use it."He insisted

Eddie chuckled. "What subtle way of telling me I look like a mess."

"Ah yes but you're my mess, Cheri."Chris joked.

"Chris!" Eddie playfully shoved him away."You're not looking all that hot yourself."He mentally kicked himself when he saw Chris' smile fade away.

"Yeah, I guess I do…"Chris mumbled before walking back into the bedroom. 'So I do look like shit.'

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Soy un idiota! 'He needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.

They both laid on the bed in complete silence. Eddie's head was on Chris' chest, the Canadian played around with the smaller mans hair. He was looking up at the blank ceiling, the usual painful thoughts starting to fill his head. "You mind me asking you something?"Chris snapped out of it when he heard Eddie's voice. Wasn't he asleep? "Shot" Chris replied.

"Why are you wearing a sweater in the middle of summer?"Eddie asked. "it's like you ran out of short sleeved shirts or something and you know how much I love the way you look in those,Carino."Eddie grinned at the thought. He especially liked it when they were tight and showed off the others body.

Chris froze up for a moment."Uhm…I just feel like wearing them."He shrugged."Besides it's not that hot."

Eddie shook his head."That's because you haven't gone outside. You could probably cook an egg on the sidewalk with how sunny it is."He looked up at Chris."How long has it been since you've gone out anyway?"

"Could you stop asking me stuff?"Chris grumbled. He didn't fell answering anything Eddie was asking."You said we weren't going to talk, "Chris lightly moved Eddie away and sat up.

"But Chris you worry me!"Eddie yelled. Chris flinched slightly at the raised tone of voice."You don't leave the house, you completely stopped taking care of yourself, you push me away and you don't like me touching you! What's wrong, Chris? I want to know but you never want to talk!"Eddie was completely unaware of how loud he was yelling.

"Eddie…I-I…"Chris stammered. Great, now he pissed off Eddie. 'Am I ever going to stop screwing everything up?'

"I want to know what's wrong with you."Eddie said.

Chris clenched his fists. "There's nothing wrong with me!"He could feel could feel tears in his eyes.

"That's bullshit and you know it!"Eddie retorted. Not knowing what was going on with Chris frustrated him."Just tell me what's wrong…"He reached for Chris' arm. They could usually talk things out but lately it was impossible to go a day without arguing when they were around each other.

Chris jolted away from the touch. "I'm fine Eddie!"He got off the bed."I said I didn't want to talk…"Chris walked into the bedroom bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Eddie bolted up."Chris!"He frantically knocked on the door."Come on you said you weren't going to do this again!"He cussed under his as he banged on the door breath. He shouldn't have let his own temper get to him like that.

Chris stood in the bathroom, ignoring Eddie's desperate pleas. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror."This is your fault."He scrunched his nose up in disgust."He wouldn't be angry if you weren't so pathetic."He hissed and glared at his own reflection. He hated everything he saw in it. The dark circles under eyes, his messed up hair…Everything. 'Even he knows I look disgusting. 'His breath started slammed his fist into the mirror; he started sobbing as he looked at the cracked reflection.

Eddie's eyes widened when he heard something break on the other side of the door."Chris, are you ok?!"He banged at the door."Open the damn door!"He shouted but didn't get a response. He wasn't going to stay still this time. He took a few steps back and kicked the door. I didn't budge. He tried again, this time with a lot more force. The door flung open and he ran in.

Chris was huddled up in a corner, with his knees up against his chest and holding onto his bloody hand. He was shivering and had tears streaming down his face.

"Querido…" Eddie looked down at Chris, eyes full of worry."What did you do?"He then noticed the broken mirror. 'Why would he…' He slowly approached Chris.

Chris looked up at Eddie with tear filled eyes."I-I'm sorry….it's my fault you're angry. "He cried.

"It's not your fault,Papi." Eddie knelt down."I just lost my temper that's all."He brushed his hand through Chris' hair."I'm really worried about you."

"You shouldn't be…I'm too pathetic."Chris sniveled and looked down.

Eddie furrowed his brows."You're not pathetic, Carino."He didn't get where that came from, Chris had never said this type of stuff about himself before. He looked down at Chris' cut up hand and grimaced. Why would he break a mirror like that? This all confused him, but he had to figure out a better way of handling thing. He couldn't just yell at Chris because he didn't understand what was going on. He gave Chris small kiss on the forehead."C'mon we got to get that hand patched."He picked the man up from the ground and helped him out of the bathroom.

Chris hung tightly onto Eddies shoulder until he let him go. He gave him a confused look when he walked away.

"Sit down on the bed. I'm going to go get some stuff to clean up those cuts with."He said and gave him a reassuring smile.

Chris watched as Eddie walked out of the room. He let out a sigh as looked down it his hand, his knuckles were all cut up and bleeding. 'I deserve this.'

Eddie walked back into the room and started treating Chris' hand. He pulled some small pieces of glass out and cleaned the cuts. He was bandaging up the hand when he noticed something weird on Chris' wrist. He squinted; it looked like he had a scar.

Chris pulled his hand away before Eddie could get a better look."I'll finish this up…you've already done enough for me already. "He mumbled.

Eddie shot him a concerned look."Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think I'm capable of wrapping my hand up."Chris smiled slightly.

Eddie was about to argue but decided not to. He didn't want to spark another argument."Sure, whatever you say. "He sighed.

"Uhh Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"What's with that scar on your wrist?"

Chris stiffened. He was silent for a moment and started laughing."You're seeing things, Cheri."

"Maybe you're right."Eddie mumbled."I'm too tired. I'm probably imagining things."

"That might be it."Chris agreed, a wave of relief washing over him. He thought Eddie figured out what he was doing. That couldn't happen, it was just worry Eddie more and make him yell again. He definitely didn't want that.